Note: I don't own the Outsiders or the quizzes in this chapter, I only own the characters I created.
Chapter One
"Arizona, your sister is here!" My mom calls.
"Ugh!" I groan. 'It's not fair!' I think. I probably should introduce myself so you readers know who you're talking to. I'm Arizona Carina, (that's my mom's maiden name), my parents are divorced, I have dark hair and grey-blue eyes. My parents got divorced when I was just twelve, and by then things were already bad. Dad kept getting drunk and slept with a bunch of girls. When my dad cheated on Mom with my best friend's mother, that was the last straw. Pretty scandalous right? I've hated my dad ever since. And my sister, Tiffany just happens to be my dad's chess pawn. She hates my mom and adores my dad. I'm going to be in eighth grade and hope to never see her again after this.
"Hello dear sister," a voice croons from the doorway.
"Tiffany," I say, a cold fire entering my eyes.
"You haven't changed at all," Tiffany says with a smirk.
"Neither have you," I reply and get up to walk over to her. I'm taller than her by a few inches, which I hold as a proud fact at thirteen.
"Reading The Outsiders huh?" Tiffany smirks. "I've read it too. But I was forced. Pretty bad book if you ask me. Everyone hates the Socs. Greasers are just exactly what they are."
"What?" I ask. "Nice? Actually human? Has emotions like normal people?"
Tiffany rolls her eyes. "No. White trash with long greasy hair,"
"Funny," I snarl. "When Socs are just white trash with mustangs and madras,"
"Why don't we see what we really are." Tiffany growls. "We'll take a quiz. See who's who."
"Fine!" I snap. We march into my room and pull out our devices. Tiffany's is her trusty phone. Mine is my loyal laptop. "Take the one one PlayBuzz," I order.
"On it," Tiffany snaps.
So we spend the next five minutes taking the quiz.
"Done!" Tiffany and I both say at the same time. Then we glare at each other.
"What did you get?" Tiffany asks, popping gum into her mouth.
"Greaser, you?"
"Soc," she smiles.
"We need to take other 'Greaser or Soc' quizzes to test if we get the same result." I say. "Just to be sure,"
"Fine," Tiffany groans.
And we spend the next few hours taking quizzes and writing the results down.
"What did you get?" Tiffany asks after a super long silence.
"Greaser, greaser, greaser, greaser, greaser," I say, looking at my paper to reading the results. "You?"
"Soc, soc, soc, soc, soc," Tiffany replies.
"So we're enemies then," I say, nodding. "Cool,"
That night Tiffany was screaming at Mom. They were fighting over something, although I don't know what. Then I hear Tiffany stomping up the stairs, marching into her room and slamming the door.
The last thought that entered my head before I went to sleep was, 'I wish that I lived in the Outsiders. I wish that I was there for everything that happened . . . .'