Hey, it's me again! Let me cut to the chase: I deleted my Thunder story, but for many reasons. 1. I got tired of it 2. I uploaded fifteen documents and it wouldn't let me do any more, so I'm very confused about that and need help 3. I felt it was becoming a Mary-Sue. I'm afraid this will to, but I'll try my very hardest not to let it. Please, if you have any suggestions let me know! I need feedback on this because I'm not really sure where it's going to go. And I just thought before going to sleep last night that I am going to make a sequel to this.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS OR THE SONG CARRIE ANNE BY THE HOLLIES.
Hey, Carrie Anne
Hey, Carrie Anne
When we were at school our games were simple
I played the janitor, you played the monitor
Then you played with older boys and prefects
What's the attraction in what they are doing?
Hey, Carrie Anne,
What's your game now can anybody play?
Hey, Carrie Anne
What's your game now can anybody play?
"So, do you know where you're going?" Noel asked me as we walked to school. I shook my head. "Any vague idea of where your classes are?" What an interesting almost repeat of her first question. How would I know where my classes are? I've only lived here for two days! I shook my head again. "Well then, I am going to meet my friends when we get to school, and listen to me Carrie Anne. You better not-"
I didn't get to hear the rest of her threat. She was interrupted by a swerving old car that nearly came up on the sidewalk next to us. She screamed and I just stood there and laughed. I wasn't scared. A boy with rusty-colored hair came out on the sidewalk and leaned up against his car. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw Noel, he just laughed at her. I had no idea who he was, but I think Noel did. She gave him a dirty look and pointed straight at the road ahead. He smirked at her and I was still laughing. He winked at me and got back in his car. Then she flipped him off. "STUPID GREASER!" Noel yelled as he sped off down the road.
I didn't bother to ask her who that was, but I did want to ask her why she was such a pain in the butt to him. I would have done the same thing he did just because I hated her from the first time I saw her. I was pretty sure she hated me too, so I didn't feel bad about that statement. Don't think I'm a mean person or anything; it's just the way I am.
Noel turned to me, rolled her blue eyes and tossed her curly blonde hair over her shoulder. "I hate him."
"Why?" I asked innocently. As if it wasn't obvious enough. I couldn't tell from the way she glared at him, flipped him the bird, and got all angry just because the guy didn't hit her with his car.
"Because he's a greaser, are you stupid or something, Carrie Anne? Don't they have greasers where you're from?" she asked. I shook my head, but then she didn't so much as glance before continuing on. "You best stay away from him. Greasers are nothin but trouble," she warned me. I was still very confused. I had no idea what a greaser was and why she had a reason to hate that guy. It's not like he hit her with his car in an angry manner. I could understand blowing up over that. He pretended to hit her with his car in a humorous manner. There is a difference just in case you were wondering.
I'm Carrie Anne West. I'm fifteen years old and I just moved here to Tulsa, Oklahoma from northern Michigan. I have dark brown hair that's almost to my shoulders and light green eyes. I'm about 5'5, shorter than a lot of people I know, and I can be very sarcastic. And slow. Okay, so I'm a lot of things. I don't use sarcasm out loud very much, and every time I open my mouth people use something along the lines of what Noel said, "Are you stupid or something, Carrie Anne?" "Are you retarded?" "Were you born yesterday?" "You're not the nicest Beatles record in the store."
The last remark I have no idea what it means. But that's what Noel said two days ago when I met her for the first time. What do I care? The Beatles annoy me with their…their…clothes! And their stupid music! I dig Elvis, him and everyone else.
Yup, Noel Herbert…well. She's our neighbor. Her dad is my dad's new boss, and her mother is forcing her to be friendly toward me. I don't think she's doing a very good job of it, but I can't complain. She's the only person my age that I know so far. That will probably change because it's the first day of school. Thank God I'm not moving in the middle of the school year again. Now that was tough. My dad's job causes us to move a lot. I don't know exactly WHAT he does because he doesn't really talk about it and I don't feel like listening, but I've moved a LOT. My little sister Charlene was starting first grade at another school today. But anyway, his job had caused us to move to the West Side of Tulsa. I didn't like it. Everyone was dressed so fancy and they all seemed so snotty. I didn't do either of those things.
We approached Will Rogers High School, just as everyone was flocking in. I was once again comparing myself to everyone, and I looked painfully average compared to everyone else. "Bye, Carrie Anne," Noel said sweetly as she ran off to talk to her friends. Looking at them, I was probably the shortest girl in the sophomore class. Since she was with them, I was left on my own to look for my first class. I took a deep breath and walked inside.
For about fifteen minutes, I looked for my class. This was a big school; bigger than the other nine schools I'd been to since fourth grade. I had no idea what to do, and people were eying me strangely. I went up to this girl who looked about my age with long black hair in a ponytail. "Excuse me." She turned to me. "Um…do you know where Mrs. Schafer's class is? I'm new and I don't really know where I'm supposed to be."
She smiled. "Yes, I'm headed there right now. I'm Dawn Astley." She was short too! Yay, I'm no longer alone!
"I'm Carrie Anne West." I replied as I followed her down the hall. She stopped at a door that said ENGLISH and we went inside. The teacher, a very young-looking red haired woman was sitting at her desk with a notebook and occasionally looking up at an attendance sheet next to her. She looked up and saw us come in.
"Take a seat anywhere, girls, finishing up the seating chart. I'm not marking you tardy today, but don't be late next time!" she warned. One empty seat was at the back of the room and one at the front next to Noel. She caught my eye and waved me over to her, and I sat down.
"What took you so long?" she demanded.
"I didn't know where I was supposed to go." I answered simply. Noel did her signature eye roll and huffed, and then she turned away. Gee, what a sourpuss. From the back of the room, Dawn gave me a questioning look, and I mouthed, "Later."
The teacher came up to the front of the room and announced, "SEATING CHART TIME ADOLECENTS!" in a loud and overly cheerful voice. The class groaned and everyone got out of their seat, collected their things and stood at the back of the room. Dawn sat on top of a table and took out her ponytail to fix it.
"You know, this WILL take a while," she told me.
Ms. Schafer often found familiar names of kids (saying she went to school with their brothers and sisters, uncles, cousins, whatever) and it took about fifteen minutes for her to get to the middle row. Any other day I would have said that was ridiculous, but I didn't feel like learning today and same with everyone else, so I didn't care. Then, she saw Dawn. "You are an Astley, I had Darla…Dawn, right?" Dawn nodded. "Do tell me, how is your sister?"
"Fine," Dawn replied plainly. Ms. Schafer shook her head at the simplicity of the reply and pointed at a seat in the middle row. "Bye," she whispered. I waved and gave her a sympathetic look as she had to go sit in between Noel and one of Noel's friends.
When Ms. Schafer got to the final row in the very back she looked at me. "You. You're the new girl." She began. Everyone except Noel and Dawn turned to look at me. I didn't want any attention drawn to me. "Carrie Anne West, here on the end, next to Johnny." I went to the seat she pointed at, and I was sitting next to a boy with greasy black hair and his head down, not looking at anyone. He was probably shy. Well, I'm the kind of person that makes a shy person…un-shy.
"Hi!" I greeted.
He finally looked up at me. His large troubled eyes matched his hair, and he looked…I don't know. A lot of people would say he looked tough, but he looked different than the other boys. They were all snickering, pointing at him and laughing. Why? I didn't know…he didn't seem too different from them except he wasn't talking to anyone and avoiding their eyes. There was something about him that made him unreadable, he made you wonder.
"Hi," he replied softly.
I was happy enough with that reply, and noticed we only had about fifteen minutes left in the class. Why do seating charts take forever?
At lunch, I sat at a table with Dawn. Just Dawn, because as "the new kid" I was avoided. That was what usually happened, I was used to it and I didn't feel bad. "Hey Dawn?" I asked her before I took a sip of my juice.
"Yeah?"
"You know that boy I sit next to in English, right?"
She nodded. "Yup, that's Johnny Cade." She pointed over to a table across the cafeteria. "He's over there with his buddies." I looked at the table. Sitting across from him was the boy who had nearly run over Noel this morning. I smiled at the memory.
"Who's the boy with the reddish hair?" I inquired, wanting to know who this boy was. I noticed all these boys looked the same. Well…they were all dressed in the like(leather jackets, jeans, jean jackets, T-shirts)while most of the other boys were dressed in more expensive-looking clothing. I would find out why that was later.
"Oh, that's Two-Bit Mathews. That's their gang of friends over there. There's Ponyboy Curtis, Steve Randle, Two-Bit, and of course Johnny. Johnny's Ponyboy's best friend, but they're all really good friends. Three are missing. One of Ponyboy's brothers dropped out, one's out of school, and then there's Dallas Winston…" She didn't go into detail about him, she just sort of shivered. Those were interesting names. Ponyboy…Two-Bit…wow. "Yeah, they're greasers."
"Okay, what is a greaser?" I demanded. Everyone had been talking about them and S-O-A-S-H-E-S…I didn't know what that word was or how to spell it.
Dawn smacked her forehead. "Oh, sorry. I forgot you're new here, you don't know. Greasers are the lower-class. People say they're pretty wild, but I don't think so. I've had a couple in my classes before, they seem alright. Especially Sodapop Curtis." She stopped for a minute, a big grin on her face, staring into space. "Now HE was a doll. That boy looks like a movie star, all the girls LOVE him. One of Ponyboy's older brothers, he works at the DX station down on the East Side. But it's the Socs you've got to worry about."
"How
do you spell that?" I asked out of random. Was it short for
something, or just a made up word?
"S-0-C-S. Short for
Socials," she replied as if she could read my mind. "A Soc is in
the upper class. Most people are either a Soc or a greaser. I hate
the Socs. They're really mean. Noel's one of them."
Was this the sort of caste system at their school? We were going to be arranged by class? "I'm…middle class. What would I be?" I asked.
Dawn shrugged. "I don't know. I guess either one if you wanted to be. I'm not anything."
"Do you know them well?"
"Not well, I just sort of know them. My parents were friends with Ponyboy's parents; I met them a few times. They seem pretty nice." Then she looked at me. "Why'd you ask about Johnny? Do you like him or something, Carrie Anne?"
"No! I mean…I was just wondering." I defended myself. But throughout lunch, I kept looking over at him. I remembered what his eyes looked like. Full of pain, and nervousness, and…fear? I didn't know. They still had that look when he was with his friends, and he never smiled. Not even once, his face always had that serious look. And it was boiling out and he was wearing jeans and a jean jacket. His buddies were wearing jeans and T-shirts. Wasn't he hot? I had no idea. But that Johnny Cade sure did make me wonder.
But I guess he didn't make me wonder too long, because by the time I got home, I forgot all about him. My mom was hustling all over the house. "Carrie Anne, I've got to go work at the hospital. Charlene is at Noel's, with her little sister. How was your day?." She told me in between breaths as she hunted for things. She didn't even give me a chance to answer when she said, "Darling, have you seen my shoes?" I was about to say no when she suddenly proclaimed, "Never mind, found them!" Then she grabbed her purse and headed out the door, calling over her shoulder "Goodbye Carrie Anne, I love you!" The door slammed and I was left in the kitchen, very confused.
Okay, I know for a first chap, that sucked. But once I get more into the story, it'll get better. Promise. Okay? Review with ideas! Flames are…um…I hate them. They can only be a flame if they have something I can work on because otherwise they just annoy me and I'll have to cry myself to sleep with Tokio Hotel playing in the background…I won't update till I have a few reviews. Stay Gold, and Spring Nicht off the Eiffel Tower!