Author's Note: PLEASE READ!!!!! It has come to my attention that there
aren't nearly enough Outsiders fics. Seeing as how this fact could prove
hazardous to society, my dirty little mind and I have taken it upon
ourselves to rid the world of this potential danger and write one. Poor
S.E. Hinton would have a heart attack if she knew what I plan to make her
beloved characters do. I pray that she will nave find out, God will have
mercy on my devious mind and I, and that you all will love it. Read and
REVIEW!!!
P.S. not that I'll make then do anything THAT bad. We're not ever talking R here people. I'm not THAT messed up!!! (
Disclaimer: I own nothing so if you want to sue, you won't get much. Unless you've had a resent head injury you will know that I am not, I repeat not S.E. Hinton. This started as her creation years before I was ever thought of. I've just made it a little more interesting.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: I don't rightly know as of yet. My mind will decide when it wants to. Most likely Ponyboy and my character.
Setting: Beautiful Tulsa, Oklahoma. : - (P (I've lived there. I'm aloud to make fun of it so don't sue me for that either.) Four years after Johnny and Dally died which would make Pony eighteen. Anytime before and he would still be way to young, understand?
Finally, after much rambling and bull shitting from the author, on with the story. Or as they put it so eloquently in Hollywood, ACTION
Chapter one: Surprise
Christa stood looking into the mirror with a grimace on her tan face. As the steam from her resent shower clouded up the full-length reflection, she pushed a hand through her still damp hair. Quoting from a movie she had seen last night, Christa spoke out loud. "As always, this is as good as it's gonna get."
It wasn't that Christa was ugly; in fact she was quite beautiful with her dark blue eyes and waist length blond hair, but the fact that she was a bit chunky around the bottom of her stomach caused her heartache. She thought she was fat. All of the guys thought she was alluring.
Laughing Christa continued on the one-sided conversation with herself by telling her reflection that at least she wasn't stuck in a mirror. She turned away smiling, and muttering something about being committed if her foster parents ever heard her talking to herself, something she was forever doing.
Christa went back to her room to get dressed in her uniform for school. Plaid pleated skirt and a white short-sleeved blouse turned up twice at the cuff. Christa had no idea why her foster parents insisted on sending her to a Catholic school but if it made them happy she would go. At lease she only had two more months to put up with uniforms and bible classes, and as long as she got good grades her foster mother and father wouldn't notice that she was still here. Trying to rush to make it out the door on time Christa almost forgot her copy of "The Outsiders." It was the last thing her father had given her before he and her mother were killed in a car wreck when she was eleven. Ever since that day seven years ago, the book went everywhere with her. Sort of like a silent reminder of her father. Grabbing the beat up book, she shoved it in her back and ran out to catch her ride.
As school let out that day, Christa was on her guard. She had a gut feeling that something was going to happen. She didn't have these feelings often, but when she did they were usually right. Christa wish she could tell someone but her friends would just think that she was crazy and her foster parents would lock her in her room for making up stories. She caught up with her friend Emily and asked for a ride.
"Haven't you gotten a car yet?" Emily replied with a grin. Christa laughed while she got in her friends car and told her that she had simply left her Stingray at home that day.
As they drove to Christa's house Emily talked about the college that she would be attending the fall. Noticing her friend's silence, Em commented on it. When Christa remained silent Emily started to worry. This wasn't like her friend. Usually Christa was laughing and always happy, making jokes and getting into trouble with the teachers that she could always talk herself out of. In fact Emily couldn't remember a time when she hadn't seen Christa smiling. "Sweetie? Is everything alright?" She asked, even though she could tell it wasn't. Her years of friendship and had taught her that if you wanted to get anything out of Christa, you had to work it out.
"I'm not going to college." Came Christa's deadpan reply. Emily was shocked. Christa was one of the smartest girls in the senior class. She waited for Christa to continue. "I didn't get the scholarship that Dave, my foster father wanted me to get. He said I was stupid and that he wouldn't give money away just so some stupid little girl could go to a top ten college to learn how to write."
The car pulled up to the curb in front of Christa's house and she got out, leaning in the window to talk to Emily. "Don't worry about me honey. " she said, her bad mood forgotten. "I'll get that bastard back when I become a world famous author." She smiled at her friend. "But right now, I'm going to the gym." Blowing a kiss to Emily and tossing her long hair over her shoulder, Christa walked into the house.
Putting her "Outsiders" book in her gym bag along with her CD player, work out CD's, wallet, water bottle, towel, gym clothes, and extra batteries, Christa left her foster mother a note a walked out the door, not even bothering to change out of her uniform. As she pulled her blond hair into a ponytail Christa looked up apprehensively at the sky, which looked dark and stormy. She checked to see if her bag was zipped and started out to the sound of thunder in the distance. Reminding herself out loud that she would not care to get wet, Christa started to job toward the gym, wishing, not for the fist time, that she had a car. Christa was concentrating so hard on getting to the gym before it started to rain that she didn't even notice that the lightning was getting closer until it was too late.
A/N I hope you like it. Please r/r! I LIVE for reviews. The rest will be up soon and for those of you who are wondering why this is rated PG13, don't worry! I'm not as demented as I sound. I'll get to that part soon. I promise.
P.S. not that I'll make then do anything THAT bad. We're not ever talking R here people. I'm not THAT messed up!!! (
Disclaimer: I own nothing so if you want to sue, you won't get much. Unless you've had a resent head injury you will know that I am not, I repeat not S.E. Hinton. This started as her creation years before I was ever thought of. I've just made it a little more interesting.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: I don't rightly know as of yet. My mind will decide when it wants to. Most likely Ponyboy and my character.
Setting: Beautiful Tulsa, Oklahoma. : - (P (I've lived there. I'm aloud to make fun of it so don't sue me for that either.) Four years after Johnny and Dally died which would make Pony eighteen. Anytime before and he would still be way to young, understand?
Finally, after much rambling and bull shitting from the author, on with the story. Or as they put it so eloquently in Hollywood, ACTION
Chapter one: Surprise
Christa stood looking into the mirror with a grimace on her tan face. As the steam from her resent shower clouded up the full-length reflection, she pushed a hand through her still damp hair. Quoting from a movie she had seen last night, Christa spoke out loud. "As always, this is as good as it's gonna get."
It wasn't that Christa was ugly; in fact she was quite beautiful with her dark blue eyes and waist length blond hair, but the fact that she was a bit chunky around the bottom of her stomach caused her heartache. She thought she was fat. All of the guys thought she was alluring.
Laughing Christa continued on the one-sided conversation with herself by telling her reflection that at least she wasn't stuck in a mirror. She turned away smiling, and muttering something about being committed if her foster parents ever heard her talking to herself, something she was forever doing.
Christa went back to her room to get dressed in her uniform for school. Plaid pleated skirt and a white short-sleeved blouse turned up twice at the cuff. Christa had no idea why her foster parents insisted on sending her to a Catholic school but if it made them happy she would go. At lease she only had two more months to put up with uniforms and bible classes, and as long as she got good grades her foster mother and father wouldn't notice that she was still here. Trying to rush to make it out the door on time Christa almost forgot her copy of "The Outsiders." It was the last thing her father had given her before he and her mother were killed in a car wreck when she was eleven. Ever since that day seven years ago, the book went everywhere with her. Sort of like a silent reminder of her father. Grabbing the beat up book, she shoved it in her back and ran out to catch her ride.
As school let out that day, Christa was on her guard. She had a gut feeling that something was going to happen. She didn't have these feelings often, but when she did they were usually right. Christa wish she could tell someone but her friends would just think that she was crazy and her foster parents would lock her in her room for making up stories. She caught up with her friend Emily and asked for a ride.
"Haven't you gotten a car yet?" Emily replied with a grin. Christa laughed while she got in her friends car and told her that she had simply left her Stingray at home that day.
As they drove to Christa's house Emily talked about the college that she would be attending the fall. Noticing her friend's silence, Em commented on it. When Christa remained silent Emily started to worry. This wasn't like her friend. Usually Christa was laughing and always happy, making jokes and getting into trouble with the teachers that she could always talk herself out of. In fact Emily couldn't remember a time when she hadn't seen Christa smiling. "Sweetie? Is everything alright?" She asked, even though she could tell it wasn't. Her years of friendship and had taught her that if you wanted to get anything out of Christa, you had to work it out.
"I'm not going to college." Came Christa's deadpan reply. Emily was shocked. Christa was one of the smartest girls in the senior class. She waited for Christa to continue. "I didn't get the scholarship that Dave, my foster father wanted me to get. He said I was stupid and that he wouldn't give money away just so some stupid little girl could go to a top ten college to learn how to write."
The car pulled up to the curb in front of Christa's house and she got out, leaning in the window to talk to Emily. "Don't worry about me honey. " she said, her bad mood forgotten. "I'll get that bastard back when I become a world famous author." She smiled at her friend. "But right now, I'm going to the gym." Blowing a kiss to Emily and tossing her long hair over her shoulder, Christa walked into the house.
Putting her "Outsiders" book in her gym bag along with her CD player, work out CD's, wallet, water bottle, towel, gym clothes, and extra batteries, Christa left her foster mother a note a walked out the door, not even bothering to change out of her uniform. As she pulled her blond hair into a ponytail Christa looked up apprehensively at the sky, which looked dark and stormy. She checked to see if her bag was zipped and started out to the sound of thunder in the distance. Reminding herself out loud that she would not care to get wet, Christa started to job toward the gym, wishing, not for the fist time, that she had a car. Christa was concentrating so hard on getting to the gym before it started to rain that she didn't even notice that the lightning was getting closer until it was too late.
A/N I hope you like it. Please r/r! I LIVE for reviews. The rest will be up soon and for those of you who are wondering why this is rated PG13, don't worry! I'm not as demented as I sound. I'll get to that part soon. I promise.