CHAPTER 1
Jess
Oh gawsh! My head is about to split open. Maybe I shouldn't have drunk so much last night. My mom was stoned last night and some boyfriend of hers was over. They were in a row. I still have the bruises from last time she was stoned. I guess that must have been why dad left her. Well, I remember getting drunk last night. I might have been in the park. I remember a small fire and I think I had a weed. I woke up there this morning… I think. Oh stupid head. Stupid head! STUPID HEAD! I squeezed my temples and looked up. My biology teacher, Mr. Turner, was explaining how to dissect a worm. I learned this last year. I flunked last year, and came back a grade. My parents fought a lot last year too, and I remember getting stoned so many times at school, and I mouthed off so many times to my teacher. I messed up a lot, and I got expelled for pulling my switchblade on some kid at lunch. I don't look 15, well anyway, worm dissection, hooray. I adjusted myself in my seat. My switchblade was hurting my ass. The girl sitting beside me had this disgusting yellow top. I think her name is Cindy. She was looking very squeamish about the whole worm thing. I rolled my eyes and pulled the tray towards me. I picked up the razor and tried to slice open the worm. Damn! The stupid razor is dull. The boy in front of me obviously had the same problem. He flicked open his switchblade. I wonder what the hell he was thinking. The girl beside me gasped and leaned forward, whispering:
"They're right. You are a hood." The boy turned around and flicked it shut. He blushed slightly and grimace at her. I looked at Cindy, then back at the boy.
"Cindy, who is he," I asked.
"That," she sniffed. "Is Ponyboy Curtis. He's a no good Greaser." I looked at Ponyboy and then around the class. They all seemed to be dressed nice in the rich kid standards, and then there was me and Ponyboy. I'm dressed like a guy, and he's a hood. Hallelujah! I looked back down at the worm at tried to slice it open, but I just ended up squashing the life out of it.
"Fuck," I whispered, throwing the knife down.
I walked down the first couple of steps to the school before looking around. I saw a girl with fiery red hair. She was with a girl and a boy. The girl had short brown hair and the boy had tight curly blonde hair. They were all looking over at me. The brown haired girl and the blonde boy were looking in my direction and laughing. I knew why. It was probably because of my hair and clothes. Well, maybe my clothes. My hair is just straight and brown with a slight red to it, but my clothes on the other hand, we're strange to them. I wore a tight black tee, tight jeans and canvas sneakers. I scowled at them. The blonde boy saw and went to stand, but the red head pulled him back. I grinned to myself before walking down the sidewalk.
I stepped up the steps and was about to go into my house. It looked so dark and empty. I heard someone inside. There was a slight crack of a can. Damn, she's drinking. I sighed and turned to go to my shed. I usually left my bag in there if I didn't want to see my mother. I tossed it in the shed. Maybe I'll go see a movie. I sighed and headed off down the road.
NOTE: The chapters with either be short or kinda boring right now. Sorry about that. Please bear with me. Chapter 2 will be coming up, as will the other chapters. Enjoy!