(Hello! My name is Mya, but please, address me as "enchantedspear"!
Ponyboy: Can I do the disclaimer?
enchantedspear: Why not? Go ahead, horseman!
Ponyboy: enchantedspear doesn't own The Outsiders, but hell, she wants to really really really badly.
(Lets begin!)
{Ponyboy POV}
I was furious, I mean, Darry had slapped me! Nobody in my family has ever slapped me. As I ran to the lot, I saw Johnny huddled up in some newspapers tryin' to get a good sleep. I'll save my laughs about the newspaper for later. I grabbed his arm. "Johnny, we're running away!" I yelled, holding back some crystal tears that wanted to flow down my cheeks freely. He didn't hesitate. We walked until stumbling across the park, and I started to climb the bars to the top of what kids called the "spider". Kids are weird. Johnny joined me, and as we stared at the constelations silently, a blue mustang pulled out on the side of the rode by the park.
Johnny flashed a look of fear as the horrible blobs we call socs started walking towards us. I was scared. I had only been jumped once, last Tuesday when I was walking home from the movies. That was such a great Paul Newman movie. Anyways, I lit a cigarrette and slouched over whispering to Johnny, "just act cool...", and he tried. I saw one soc with rings on his hand. Must have been the one that got Johnny when he was jumped once. He looked at me, a drunken smirk covering his whole face. "Hey greasers, you look like you smell of a rotten skunk who gave birth to another rotten skunk." He said. Boy howdy, they sure reeked of alcohol. A guy with blonde hair stepped beside him. "Wanna know what a greaser is? White trash with long, greasy, hair." He said, the other socs grinning and high-fiving him. My anger got the best of me.
"You know what a soc is? White trash with mustangs and madras."
The fight was on.
(This chapter was just the beginning, thus why it didn't have my part and change of the story. Review please!)