(A/N) Hey guys! If you have clicked on this story, then congratulations! You have entered my first long term story! Any criticism is acceptable, to an extent. If any timing is off, or the events that occur may seem impossible, remember, I am aware of that and this is fan fiction. So I can do any thing I want because it's MY STORY. The events in the book never occurred. So without further or do, chapter one of my story!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders. I only own my characters.
The train pulled to a halt. "Last stop, Tulsa, Oklahoma! I hope everyone had a nice trip and have a great day!" The train conductor called. I stretched out my tense muscles and got up.
"Trixie, get up. We're here." She let out a yawn and stood up, rubbing her eyes. "Come on. Tracy is waiting for us and we can't be late." We walked out of the train and looked around our surroundings. It looked a lot different from Brooklyn.
"Gosh", said Trixie. "Look at this place! It looks like the slums!"
"Well", I said. "Tracy did tell us there was a difference between the east and west side. The east side is a lot poorer and run down and the west side is a lot fancier and richer. I guess this is the east side. From now on, we're greasers."
Tracy had told us that we weren't supposed to go on over to the west side because poor kids like us get beaten up. She could hardly take care if her self, much less two seventeen year olds. That's why we were supposed to carry our own weight around the house, get a job to help pay bills, not get into trouble and go to school. Yeah, it would be a hard life, but it was lot better then the hell hole we escaped.
I looked over to Trixie, who was crying. I gave her a hug and she cried on my shoulder. Trixie was ultra sensitive. I always had to protect her no matter what the circumstances. No one was going to hurt us ever again.
"Roxy, Trixie! Hey!" A chipper voice called out to us. I turned around and saw a girl wearing a jean shorts and a tank top with hazel eyes and curly brown hair. Yep, that was definitely Trixie's infamous cousin, Tracy Sanders. Tracy had a rep around Brooklyn. Not a good one. She ran away at age sixteen with a boy who she claimed to have loved to Oklahoma. She was living with Trixie and her parents. Trixie was ten, and at the time, believed everything that she was told.
"Don't worry Trix," Tracy told her. "One day, years from now, you'll understand. I'll call you." With that, she left, and was never heard from again. That is, until seven years later when we sent her an SOS. She sent us all the information we needed and now, we stood before each other.
"Well don't just stand there looking like an idiot! Give me a hug!" We gave her a big long hug and she looked at us.
"Gosh, y'all sure have grown! Look at you Trixie! Last time I saw you, you were still in pampers! Now look at you! Damn, girl with looks like that, you're sure to be a stunner like your ol' cousin Tracey!"
She turned to me. "Now who's this fine young woman? My god, is that you Roxy?" She gave me a big hug. "Good Lord! You look exactly like your momma!"
I shook her off. "I don't look a thing like that monster." Looking offended, she stepped back.
"Hey, Roxy. I'm sorry. I forgot."
"It's alright," I said. "We should probably get going." She turned back to face both of us.
"Your right. Y'all hungry? I made enough food to feed the entire city of Tulsa!"
"Really?" We asked.
"Well, enough for seconds and maybe thirds." We laughed and walked over to her Ford. From now on, I was Roxy Mclean from Tulsa, not Brooklyn. We were going to start off a fresh new life and forget about the past. But deep inside, I knew I would never forget.
(A/N) Review please! Next chapter up soon!
