Title: The Rodeo
Author: Wren Matthews
Email: lilgreasergurl@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 and maybe R in later chapters
Summary:Blair is a greaser who gets taken from her friends when her family movies to Tulsa. She doesn't want to go, but has no choice. She misses her friends and feels alone, even though she won't tell anyone. This is the story of how she Adapts.
Author Note: Well this is in First person Of View. It's in Blair's view and will remain there, I think. The first part is one of her dreams, for the record. It's only the first two paragraphs though. This story is set in a A/U. In it both Johnny and Dally are alive. I'm saying that Dally pulled Johnny out fast enough that the beam only hit his legs. The beam only crushed one. The judge let Johnny off easy, ruling in self-defense. This story is about a year after the book. Well read on.
Chapter 1
I couldn't help grin. The rodeo. It was exhilarating. I loved it: The feel of the animal beneath me; the kicking and bucking; struggling to stay on; the danger; and even the fall. Even though the fall wasn't the best part it was still a part of it. I had always loved watching the rodeo and had fell in love with being part of it when I was thirteen. I still loved it.
I climbed onto the bull as my time approached. I grabbed hold of the loop of rope that served as a handhold. I nodded when asked if I was ready and the gate opened. I stuck as close to the bull as I could. Holding on tightly with both one arm and my legs. I threw my arm above my head and yelled. I felt awesome. I was almost thrown once and had to change my grip. I was finally thrown after almost two minutes. I rolled out of the way of the bull's feet and met his horns when he turned. I felt fire in my ribs where some had been cracked. I ran to the fence and jumped it, ignoring the pain in my legs, arms, ribs, and the cut on my cheek.
"Hey kid wake up." A voice said cutting into my dream.
"What?" I replied opening my eyes. Oh it was just mom I realized relived.
"We're almost there sweetie," my mom said a little nicer.
I nodded at her, not really paying attention. I didn't want to move away. I hadn't really liked Princeton or the other place we had lived, Mt. Carmel, but at least they were by friends. I had had the gang there.
Mary was our baby sister. She always had been. She wasn't the youngest, but we babied her. She was fourteen and almost three months older than Stara and Krissie. Her mom was a real bitch. Her mom hit her too much, and she yelled and threatened. Mary was real pretty if you got past the starved, beaten puppy look. She was too thin for her own good. She had pretty red hair and dark blue eyes that were huge. She usually had a bruise somewhere or a cut. She was wary about everything except us. She was the one of us with the most of a conscious left. She didn't smoke or drink.
Amanda was the tough one. She had dirty blonde hair and a long police record. It was almost as long as mine. She did drugs, smoked, and drunk, but was still cool. She liked cars almost as much as her twin brother. He hung out with us sometimes too. She stole them with him. Logan was her twin. He shoplifted, drunk, smoked, did drugs, and stole cars. They looked a lot alike. Both had sandy brown hair, even though Logan's was shorter than Amanda's, and green eyes. They were both tuff fighters and hated soc's. They'd be sixteen in five months.
Krissie, 14, was the beautiful one. She had stunning good looks. She was funny too. Well not exactly funny, but she could make people smile real easy. She got by with a lot cause of that. She was my little sis and would be meeting us down there with my other sister. Kris had brown hair, gray- green eyes, and a cute smile. She looks like a model that's the size of a twelve year old. Most guys fall for her with out a second thought.
Stara, 14, was my other little sister. She was Krissie's twin. She had the same brown hair, but she kept it shorter. Her eyes were the same too. She was cute, but not the stunner that Krissie was. She was more serious. She also loved cars and fixed them better than Amanda or Logan. She didn't drink too much but did smoke.
Vikki, 16, was next. She was the joker of the group. She acted like a ten year old. She loved all cartoons. She told jokes all of the times, especially at the worst times. She was sweet though. Her hair was sandy brownish-blond, and her eyes were hazel colored. She drunk too much and smoked a lot, but was still cool. Even though she loved men. She loved them like I loved the rodeo.
Last was me, Blair. My sisters, my mom's last name, and me were Blair. My real name was Nicole Blair, but I went by Blair. I was the unofficial leader. I had long black hair, slanted cat-like brown eyes and a killer glare. I loved the rodeo, street races, cars, and fights. I had the longest police record of all of us and the best vocabulary of cusses. I hated socs, and I tended to beat them up at every opportunity. I smoked, I drank, I swore, I spit, in short, as Logan put it, I acted like a guy. Only I was most definite female. I had a thin muscular body and knew how to intimated people. The bad part was I was only almost 17. I would turn 17 in three months.
That was all of us. We got along pretty well. Sometimes Logan's friends would hang with us too. Our unofficial hang out was the under the over pass or at the fair grounds whenever there's a rodeo or where ever else the rodeo is. I was already missing the gang. Stara and Krissie would be driving down in a week, when school got out. I wasn't in school right now because I had been thrown in prison for a fighting. I had only served four of my six months and had gotten to miss a lot of school.
My baby sister, Lisa, who was nine was also with us. She was a little brat who acted like a soc. I didn't like her at all, but still stood up for her. She was my little sister after all. She looked like mom. Both of them had blonde hair and blue eyes. Mom was some one who I just didn't get. She was smart, but had stayed with our dumb ass of a dad. He beat the hell out of us. She had finally left him. Now she was dragging us across the county to Oklahoma.
I watched as we pulled into Tulsa. It was just a city. It reminded me of every other city I had spent time in. I didn't pay attention to the scenery. It didn't matter. We arrived at our house finally. It was small and the neighborhood reminded me of our old one. Only it didn't have our gang. There would be no Mary coming over to the house in the middle of the night when she couldn't take the beatings. No Amanda or Logan going to our house to crash after a fight. No Vikki hiding from the fuzz at our place. None of them would help us fix up the room we would be staying in. It pissed me off. They weren't here.
I got out of the car and got my duffel bag out of the trunk of the car. Mom sighed and went to unlock the door of the house. I went in after her.
"I'm sure you want to see your room," mom said leading me to our room. "Here it is."
I nodded and went in. I shut the door before she could say anything else. The furniture was already here. There were the bunk beds and my bed. Stara and Krissie shared the bunk beds; my bed was the full sized one in the corner. The room wasn't big or too small. The furniture fit perfect. My bed was in the corner farthest from the windows. The bunk beds were across from my bed. A dresser and chest of drawers were on the sidewall at the opposite end of the beds, they were by the closet. A desk was in between my bed and the bunk bed's against the wall. The walls were black and the room was dark thanks to curtains and blinds that blocked out most of the light.
I flipped the light switch and looked at the room a little closer. It would work. I noticed that the shelves were mostly built into the walls. There weren't many, but they would hold our stuff. I threw my duffel bag onto my bed and started to unpack. I got out the clothes that were in there. I pulled out three pairs of jeans, six tee's, four long sleeved shirts, 7 wife beaters, socks, underclothes, my jean jacket and my boots. I put my boots by my bed and started putting away my clothes. It didn't take long.
I then took out the few books, notebooks, tapes, my photo album, my knifes, my guns, and a sword. I put them away too then went to the porch. I thought that I had seen a gas station on the way here. It was a DX. I needed some cigarettes. I went back inside and picked up some of my knifes. I pocketed my switch and my butterfly and walked into the living room. I then decided not to go get more yet. I had half a pack and besides I wanted to check out the neighborhood.
"Hey mom I'm going out. I'll be back before dawn," I yelled leaving before she could answer.
As I walked I saw some guys walk into the house next to ours. Most people would have said something. I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. It was kinda weird not knowing anyone. I headed on down the road. It was getting dark. I cut through a field and eventually found a movie theater. I jumped the fence and went to find a seat. Some boys, the same ones I had just seen, were sitting in front of me talking loud and joking around. I tried to ignore them and watch the extremely stupid movie, but didn't succeed.
"Shut up will ya?" I asked them.
"Lookie here, the little kid thinks she can tell us what to do," The tough blonde one said. "What gives you the right babe?"
"I got in didn't I? So shut the hell up and let me watch the fucking movie."
"And what'll you give us?" asked the guy sitting next to him. This one looked like different. He had rusty sideburns and seemed drunk. As opposed to the other who looked dangerous.
"I'll give ya a black eye if ya don't shut up."
"Leave her alone Dal," said one of the little kids sitting next to them. He was young with dark hair and eyes. He reminded me of Mary.
"Ya Dally. Maybe we should leave her alone. You never know what she could do to us," said the one with the rusty side burns and a Mickey shirt. He was obviously being sarcastic.
I rolled my eyes. I didn't do what I wanted to and get into a fight. Well I didn't start it any way. I just glared at the two boys. The blonde one was named Dally? Well anyway he glared back meeting my eyes. I refused to blink and loose. Finally the dark haired, cute one elbowed him and they left. I left soon after, bored with the movie. I headed home and sat on the porch smoking a cigarette. I finally fell asleep out there after putting out my second cigarette.
Hey, I'd love it if any readers review. I don't care what you say about the story, but I don't really like flames. Constructive criticism is a good thing though, so that would be great.
Author: Wren Matthews
Email: lilgreasergurl@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 and maybe R in later chapters
Summary:Blair is a greaser who gets taken from her friends when her family movies to Tulsa. She doesn't want to go, but has no choice. She misses her friends and feels alone, even though she won't tell anyone. This is the story of how she Adapts.
Author Note: Well this is in First person Of View. It's in Blair's view and will remain there, I think. The first part is one of her dreams, for the record. It's only the first two paragraphs though. This story is set in a A/U. In it both Johnny and Dally are alive. I'm saying that Dally pulled Johnny out fast enough that the beam only hit his legs. The beam only crushed one. The judge let Johnny off easy, ruling in self-defense. This story is about a year after the book. Well read on.
Chapter 1
I couldn't help grin. The rodeo. It was exhilarating. I loved it: The feel of the animal beneath me; the kicking and bucking; struggling to stay on; the danger; and even the fall. Even though the fall wasn't the best part it was still a part of it. I had always loved watching the rodeo and had fell in love with being part of it when I was thirteen. I still loved it.
I climbed onto the bull as my time approached. I grabbed hold of the loop of rope that served as a handhold. I nodded when asked if I was ready and the gate opened. I stuck as close to the bull as I could. Holding on tightly with both one arm and my legs. I threw my arm above my head and yelled. I felt awesome. I was almost thrown once and had to change my grip. I was finally thrown after almost two minutes. I rolled out of the way of the bull's feet and met his horns when he turned. I felt fire in my ribs where some had been cracked. I ran to the fence and jumped it, ignoring the pain in my legs, arms, ribs, and the cut on my cheek.
"Hey kid wake up." A voice said cutting into my dream.
"What?" I replied opening my eyes. Oh it was just mom I realized relived.
"We're almost there sweetie," my mom said a little nicer.
I nodded at her, not really paying attention. I didn't want to move away. I hadn't really liked Princeton or the other place we had lived, Mt. Carmel, but at least they were by friends. I had had the gang there.
Mary was our baby sister. She always had been. She wasn't the youngest, but we babied her. She was fourteen and almost three months older than Stara and Krissie. Her mom was a real bitch. Her mom hit her too much, and she yelled and threatened. Mary was real pretty if you got past the starved, beaten puppy look. She was too thin for her own good. She had pretty red hair and dark blue eyes that were huge. She usually had a bruise somewhere or a cut. She was wary about everything except us. She was the one of us with the most of a conscious left. She didn't smoke or drink.
Amanda was the tough one. She had dirty blonde hair and a long police record. It was almost as long as mine. She did drugs, smoked, and drunk, but was still cool. She liked cars almost as much as her twin brother. He hung out with us sometimes too. She stole them with him. Logan was her twin. He shoplifted, drunk, smoked, did drugs, and stole cars. They looked a lot alike. Both had sandy brown hair, even though Logan's was shorter than Amanda's, and green eyes. They were both tuff fighters and hated soc's. They'd be sixteen in five months.
Krissie, 14, was the beautiful one. She had stunning good looks. She was funny too. Well not exactly funny, but she could make people smile real easy. She got by with a lot cause of that. She was my little sis and would be meeting us down there with my other sister. Kris had brown hair, gray- green eyes, and a cute smile. She looks like a model that's the size of a twelve year old. Most guys fall for her with out a second thought.
Stara, 14, was my other little sister. She was Krissie's twin. She had the same brown hair, but she kept it shorter. Her eyes were the same too. She was cute, but not the stunner that Krissie was. She was more serious. She also loved cars and fixed them better than Amanda or Logan. She didn't drink too much but did smoke.
Vikki, 16, was next. She was the joker of the group. She acted like a ten year old. She loved all cartoons. She told jokes all of the times, especially at the worst times. She was sweet though. Her hair was sandy brownish-blond, and her eyes were hazel colored. She drunk too much and smoked a lot, but was still cool. Even though she loved men. She loved them like I loved the rodeo.
Last was me, Blair. My sisters, my mom's last name, and me were Blair. My real name was Nicole Blair, but I went by Blair. I was the unofficial leader. I had long black hair, slanted cat-like brown eyes and a killer glare. I loved the rodeo, street races, cars, and fights. I had the longest police record of all of us and the best vocabulary of cusses. I hated socs, and I tended to beat them up at every opportunity. I smoked, I drank, I swore, I spit, in short, as Logan put it, I acted like a guy. Only I was most definite female. I had a thin muscular body and knew how to intimated people. The bad part was I was only almost 17. I would turn 17 in three months.
That was all of us. We got along pretty well. Sometimes Logan's friends would hang with us too. Our unofficial hang out was the under the over pass or at the fair grounds whenever there's a rodeo or where ever else the rodeo is. I was already missing the gang. Stara and Krissie would be driving down in a week, when school got out. I wasn't in school right now because I had been thrown in prison for a fighting. I had only served four of my six months and had gotten to miss a lot of school.
My baby sister, Lisa, who was nine was also with us. She was a little brat who acted like a soc. I didn't like her at all, but still stood up for her. She was my little sister after all. She looked like mom. Both of them had blonde hair and blue eyes. Mom was some one who I just didn't get. She was smart, but had stayed with our dumb ass of a dad. He beat the hell out of us. She had finally left him. Now she was dragging us across the county to Oklahoma.
I watched as we pulled into Tulsa. It was just a city. It reminded me of every other city I had spent time in. I didn't pay attention to the scenery. It didn't matter. We arrived at our house finally. It was small and the neighborhood reminded me of our old one. Only it didn't have our gang. There would be no Mary coming over to the house in the middle of the night when she couldn't take the beatings. No Amanda or Logan going to our house to crash after a fight. No Vikki hiding from the fuzz at our place. None of them would help us fix up the room we would be staying in. It pissed me off. They weren't here.
I got out of the car and got my duffel bag out of the trunk of the car. Mom sighed and went to unlock the door of the house. I went in after her.
"I'm sure you want to see your room," mom said leading me to our room. "Here it is."
I nodded and went in. I shut the door before she could say anything else. The furniture was already here. There were the bunk beds and my bed. Stara and Krissie shared the bunk beds; my bed was the full sized one in the corner. The room wasn't big or too small. The furniture fit perfect. My bed was in the corner farthest from the windows. The bunk beds were across from my bed. A dresser and chest of drawers were on the sidewall at the opposite end of the beds, they were by the closet. A desk was in between my bed and the bunk bed's against the wall. The walls were black and the room was dark thanks to curtains and blinds that blocked out most of the light.
I flipped the light switch and looked at the room a little closer. It would work. I noticed that the shelves were mostly built into the walls. There weren't many, but they would hold our stuff. I threw my duffel bag onto my bed and started to unpack. I got out the clothes that were in there. I pulled out three pairs of jeans, six tee's, four long sleeved shirts, 7 wife beaters, socks, underclothes, my jean jacket and my boots. I put my boots by my bed and started putting away my clothes. It didn't take long.
I then took out the few books, notebooks, tapes, my photo album, my knifes, my guns, and a sword. I put them away too then went to the porch. I thought that I had seen a gas station on the way here. It was a DX. I needed some cigarettes. I went back inside and picked up some of my knifes. I pocketed my switch and my butterfly and walked into the living room. I then decided not to go get more yet. I had half a pack and besides I wanted to check out the neighborhood.
"Hey mom I'm going out. I'll be back before dawn," I yelled leaving before she could answer.
As I walked I saw some guys walk into the house next to ours. Most people would have said something. I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. It was kinda weird not knowing anyone. I headed on down the road. It was getting dark. I cut through a field and eventually found a movie theater. I jumped the fence and went to find a seat. Some boys, the same ones I had just seen, were sitting in front of me talking loud and joking around. I tried to ignore them and watch the extremely stupid movie, but didn't succeed.
"Shut up will ya?" I asked them.
"Lookie here, the little kid thinks she can tell us what to do," The tough blonde one said. "What gives you the right babe?"
"I got in didn't I? So shut the hell up and let me watch the fucking movie."
"And what'll you give us?" asked the guy sitting next to him. This one looked like different. He had rusty sideburns and seemed drunk. As opposed to the other who looked dangerous.
"I'll give ya a black eye if ya don't shut up."
"Leave her alone Dal," said one of the little kids sitting next to them. He was young with dark hair and eyes. He reminded me of Mary.
"Ya Dally. Maybe we should leave her alone. You never know what she could do to us," said the one with the rusty side burns and a Mickey shirt. He was obviously being sarcastic.
I rolled my eyes. I didn't do what I wanted to and get into a fight. Well I didn't start it any way. I just glared at the two boys. The blonde one was named Dally? Well anyway he glared back meeting my eyes. I refused to blink and loose. Finally the dark haired, cute one elbowed him and they left. I left soon after, bored with the movie. I headed home and sat on the porch smoking a cigarette. I finally fell asleep out there after putting out my second cigarette.
Hey, I'd love it if any readers review. I don't care what you say about the story, but I don't really like flames. Constructive criticism is a good thing though, so that would be great.