The Other Side

by WonderGirl001

Mr. Syme told them to journal their highschool experiences for English. Toni Turner thought this was a cruel joke. But when she finds herself on the wrong end of a prank, her life suddenly becomes entangled with her worst enemy, Ponyboy Curtis. Suddenly, her English assignment becomes her escape as she journals her adventures. She just hopes Mr. Syme doesn't read her entries!

1. Prologue

January 7, 1965

Dear Mr. Syme,

I'm Toni Turner, and I'm a freshman at Will Rogers Highschool. I have no siblings and one cat named Elvis. I enjoy sports, movies, and naps. I am writing in this journal for Mr. English because I must, but I am hoping to use this journal as an outlet for all the knowledge I am ready to receive during the school year. I am writing this introduction entry to warm up my hand for all the writing I will be doing! I am so excited!

January 7, 1965

Please do not read this, Mr. Syme

I hope you enjoyed that shit (sorry for the language) I just spewed because that is all you will ever see.

So assigning us two essays and a book to read our first week back from Christmas wasn't enough for you? You just had to force us to write this dumb journal, Mr. S? Oh my god, and that awful introduction you asked us to do? Gag me with a fork.

I'm sure you're breaking some form of child labor laws, you crazy book sniffer. Well, at least you promised to respect our privacy if we write "Do not read" or something along those lines above our entries. Ha, yeah right. I trust teachers as far I could throw them. How about I give you a little test? I'll let you in on a little secret.

I totally cheated off Ponyboy Curtis's quiz last week.

And you were so proud of me getting that A too, Mr. Syme.

You can change my grade to an F for that if you want. My suspicions will be confirmed.

Now, I didn't mean to look at his paper, but the little grease monkey was just looking around the class as if he was better than us because he was the first one finished. His hands were behind his head so it's my duty as a responsible fellow student to teach him a little lesson, right? You should be thanking me, Mr. S, because he covered his quiz real quick when he saw me looking.

Anyway, I hope you don't expect any of us to take this seriously do you? Kenny Burts is drooling all over his notebook, and Sharon is just doodling hearts all over her page. Whatever, you have always been a real swell guy (I remember when you brought doughnuts to class!) so I, your ever-faithful student, shall do my best to not half ass (sorry for the language if you actually will read this) these journal entries.

But no promises.