Summary: Jo has moved from town to town, each separated in two parts in different ways, always black and white. When she moved to Tulsa she never thought she would find the gray.
Lostwriterforlife: As much as I would love to I don't own the Outsiders. I wish I could at least by Johnny and Ponyboy, but nooooo! Sorry, anyway, enjoy the story any type of review/comment is welcomed!
I walked slowly down the center aisle of my school's auditorium where a little less than half of the student body sat. I sat on the first seat on the right front row. Some of the other students stared at me. Only Student Council, teachers, and guest speakers sat in the front rows. I knew what they were thinking, 'Who the hell is that dark clad kid?' I had been at this school all year, and the town since the beginning of summer. I like to wear baggy clothes, usually black, and hide in the shadows though, though. I'm a writer and artist by nature and like to observe more than interact.
I repeated my favorite poem over and over again in my head as I waited for the assembly to begin. 'Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower, But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.' It always calmed me down and reminded me of good times at sunset. I always loved sunsets. Anyway, the school was having an assembly today because of something another boy and I had wrote. A few boys got in trouble and one of them got killed. I knew that boy and 2 of the other three. I saw both sides of the story and wrote about it.
I repeated the poem about 10 times when a pale, red-brown haired boy sat down next to me. He still had traces of bleach in his hair. He was the boy that also wrote about what happened. He was one of the ones in the middle of it but, I didn't know him then. I still don't know him actually. Sure, the other two boys told me about him but, I never met him.
The rest of the student body had finally come in. Greasers sat on the right behind me and Socs on the left. Our principal, Mr. Clemens stepped up to the podium. "Okay kids, quiet down." The hall slowly fell silent. "I called this assembly due to a pair of writings in Mr. Syme's English class. Their theme was on the death of your classmate Bob Sheldon. The first speaker is Ponyboy Curtis." The principal stepped down as the boy next to me stood up. He took a deep breath and began his story.
When he came to the part about killing Bob, I bolted and sat down outside, next to the door. Mr. Syme had followed me and was talking to me in a soothing tone. I re-entered the auditorium as Ponyboy was finishing his theme with his call to Mr. Syme. Pony sat down and the principal stood at the podium again. "Our second speaker is Jo Gliden. I walked down the aisle my head high like a Soc, the clothes of a Greaser. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath once I stood at the podium. I scanned the crowd and began my side of the story.
Lostwriterforlife: I hope you like it! The next set of parts will be her essay written like the book was. I don't know how many parts it will be. I need to know if you want Dally and Johnny to die or not. It will be better if they did but, I will only do as you guys want so, tell me! Byebye!