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SUMMARY: Charlotte is a young girl who has been friends with the Curtis' outfit for a long time. Charlotte, or Charlie, is a simple kid who seems to act like the entire gang: hot-headed, like Steve, happy-go-lucky, like Soda, protective, like Darry, sweet, like Pony, loud and outgoing, like Two-Bit, unselfish, like Johnny, but most of all; tough like Dally. But when Ponyboy and Johnny are in trouble, will she be able to change the upcoming events, or will she lose the lives of her friends and her own trying?

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own 'The Outsiders'

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Prologue:

Begining of the End

I sat in my room, still not moving from the events that had taken place over a week ago. I still couldn't get over it. It was too soon. They shouldn't have had to go. IT WAS TOO SOON!

I started to sob again. I couldn't take it. Tears trickled down my face and I hugged my knees closer to my chest. I know it was hard on everyone, but I had been so close to Dallas. We had been friends since I was 5 and he was 8, for Christ's sake! Why couldn't it have been someone else? WHY! And Johnny… oh, Johnny… I didn't even want to think of it. The last look he gave us was so unlike him… It was strong, and fearless… It's what we had always wanted that sad look to become, just… not this way.

A sudden knocking on my door alerted me that there was someone who wanted to see me. Fat chance.

"Charlie? Charlie?" Ponyboy's voice was muffled by the wood separating us. I wasn't going to answer. I wasn't going to answer! "…Charlotte…?"

I gasped slightly: no one ever called me that… ever. I shakily got up and slowly padded to my door. I placed my hands and forehead on the hard surface softly, but loud enough so that Ponyboy knew I was here and listening.

I heard him sigh then talk, "Charlotte, listen." I was. "My teacher, Mr. Syme, is having me do a type of theme report for school, as a way to boost up my grades…" Where was he going with this? "I… I decided to do it on… what happened." I felt my heart rate go up a notch. What-? Why? "I… wanted you to look though it. Tell me what you think…" He had just trailed off, not knowing if what he was doing was right.

I felt my lip tremble, and I stalked back over to my bed, curling up. I heard Pony sigh again. "Just… please read it." He shoved a small composition book under my door, and I heard him walk away. I glanced down at the book, and shook my head.

'No Charlie…! Don't do it! You'll hurt even more!'

But how? How could I hurt even more when there was nothing else to hurt?

I slowly shuffled to it and hesitantly picked it up. I walked back over to my bed, staring nervously at it. I flipped it open to the first page. At the top, it read 'The Outsiders'. I questioned it. Were we really that excluded by society? Were we really that… different from the rest of the world? Maybe we were…

I glanced at the text, after much debate, and started to read… 'When I stepped out into the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home…'

I finished the report and set it aside. Everything from the last few days was actually starting to sink in… Dally and Johnny were really gone. But… how? I lay back on my bed rethinking every thing. Saving those kids, Johnny just lying there in the hospital, the rumble, Johnny…dying, Dallas too… It was all too much.

I rolled onto my side and cried out my frustrations from over the years. Everything that I had barley cried for was coming out now. Everything I had tried so desperately, and failed, to forget: it all came rushing back to me.

I let out a small scream and clutched my head. Too much… too much… why… dead… why…?

My eyes flew open. Was it all just a dream? Or… nightmare is more like it. I looked over to where I had set Pony's report: it was still there. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and thought. I thought about everything, anything, and nothing. What I thought about the most was the good times I had with the whole gang… including Dallas and Johnny.

They were both happy… and smiling. I know it wasn't like Dal to smile, but we were, like I said, happy. We had no cares, no worries, just each other…

A picture flitted across my mind: a happy memory. I was on Johnnycakes back… we were both grinning, and Dally was ruffling my hair and laughing. Pony was on Darry's back to our left and they were both grinning, too. Soda was on their left and was hopping up and down, attempting to jump on Pony's back. Two-Bit was practically on the ground in laughter and Steve was behind me and Johnny, and beside Dal. He was grinning too.

I smiled sadly, trying to hold back the oncoming tears. I had read Pony's side of the story, now it's time to think about mine… Well… it all started on a fall day, as I remember, just about three months after school had started. I was walking down the street when I heard a scuffle…

End of
Prologue

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