Hey every one. This is my first Outsiders fiction story and I just decided to try out this idea. I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to upload this story and stuff so if it appears weird, please bear with me. I'm just trying to do it the way I've seen others do it. It starts out with Arielle thinking to herself. Johnny hasn't been beaten up by Bob, but has been beaten by his parents. I know Arielle sounds really snotty and boring, but it just sort of came out his way. The first chapter is really boring, but I'm working on it. Did I mention this is my first time?
All characters belong to S.E. Hinton except for the character of Arielle.
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It was a dark and stormy night. I looked out my window into the cold rain. Beside me rest Johnny, finally catching some Z's. He had had such an adrenaline rush to come back to his hometown. I must admit, it was a big event to all of us. Jonathon would be facing temptation first of all with all the drugs and fighting going on in that town. It doesn't disgust Mom and Dad like it does me. I found that type of "fun" just so disgusting. Believe me, if you saw these young guys, and girls even, just throwing their life away in alcohol, smokes, and violence most of all, but who am i to talk? I almost always react to conflict through confrontation even if it's not with my fists. All I could remember were all these gang rivalries about Socs and Greasers. Johnny used to talk about them all the time. Then about a year ago, maybe it was more, all Johnny could talk about was Rebecca or the baseball team or Sarah-lee or getting a ride for Saturday bowling unless he hung out with Cheryl and her brother Sean. It usually puzzled me that Jonathon could acquire so many female acquaintances, but he couldn't find a girlfriend.
It had been almost two years ago that we took Johnny from his home in Oklahoma. We had come on a surprise visit to the unexpecting Cades, which consisted of Jonathon, Auntie Janet, and Uncle Jack. Auntie Janet was my mother's stepsister. Upon our arrival at their doorstep, our ears were welcomed by the shrieks of a female voice and the yelps of what sounded like a boy. We rushed inside through their unlocked door to find a scornful Auntie Janet screaming at young Jonathon who lay crouched on the floor barebacked to a rather large, gruff bully of a man with a cigar butt sticking out of his filthy mouth. My father pried the belt out of Uncle Jake's hands while my mother dressed Jonathon's new wounds. Auntie Janice's shrill voice was pleading with Auntie Janice to stay out of their business. She was obviously worried about the police taking her away. I had actually thought she was afraid her son would be taken away, but I was regrettably incorrect on that view.
My parents had promptly telephoned the police after we had driven off with Johnny. He hadn't wanted to go with us at first. He hardly recognized us. His memory began to refresh when my mother started singing her lullaby to calm him down. She always sang that lullaby to children she was trying to comfort or calm. He was scared, I'm sure or at least worried. Uncle Jake went to jail for child abuse and neglect, but only served six months. Even my father's respectable reputation couldn't surpass the law nor did he try to. Juveniles just don't have that much respect in the eyes of society. We got a restraining order against Auntie Janice because she was a danger to Johnny. Johnny was to be placed in a boys' home, but we pleaded with the judge to allow him to stay with us. The judge allowed it for the time being until a formal trial could be arranged in a custody court. In the meantime a social worker was sent over to check up on us. We moved Johnny from his Tulsa streets to the beaches of Orlando, Florida. We lived on about ten acres of fertile soil. Ooh boy, Johnny was mad. He couldn't stand leaving his gang behind. I was worried several times that he might commit suicide. We got him some counseling along with a program to help stop drug abuse. We couldn't allow him to destroy his body like that.
After a couple of days he started talking to us and started school again. His grades were quite poor. We encouraged him to study more and apply himself, but didn't pressure him. Mom got through to him pretty well, and we started studying together, the whole family. Eventually, he became an average student and tried out for baseball. He made a great third baseman and could hit homeruns when he really focused. We were all so proud of him, and he became rather well known in school. I, on the other hand, was considered rather weird and stuck up to most of my peers and was avoided mostly. I was a teacher's pet, but I thought it was only because many people in my classes were too lazy to apply themselves for a higher education. I sighed. In college, people were different.
When I was accepted to Yale University I was, well, stoked. But by the time I got there, it seemed that so many people were so much smarter than I. It was my turn to play catch up. Even though I had felt like the oddball back in my old school, I just felt plain lost in this place. However, after the many struggles, trials, and temptations, my freshman year at Yale University was finally over. Now don't get me wrong. I mean even though it was hard, I had some of the best times of my life in that school. I could still remember all the parties, well maybe not ALL the parties, and all the great fun I had on and off campus. Who knew that Yale men could be so hot? I could even remember my first real and serious relationship that I had had with a sophomore studying for his master's degree. Even now I as I reflected on it my heart ached a bit. Obviously he broke up with me before the summer had started, but it was a long time ago. I couldn't waste my time on it. It was summer, and I had already finished my second year at Yale. Whenever I think within my head in a quiet place with a lot of time to kill, I sound intellectual and use rather large vocabulary compared to everyday usage in the public. I only wished it sounded as good when I opened my mouth everyday. Oh well. Now I had to focus on Johnny having a good, wholesome time in Tulsa, Oklahoma this summer after over two years away.