Don't Put Off Homework...
By Skye Rocket
October 18, 2001
Disclaimer: Really, I don't own the Outsiders.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a decent Outsiders fic.
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'Chapter 12.' The end. My eyelids drooped dangerously. I leaned back against the pillow, the now finished book lying on my chest as I drifted of to sleep. Maybe I shouldn't have put reading "The Outsiders" off until now.
As I slept, dreams of Socs and Greasers danced through my head. I saw Dallas and Ponyboy and Two-Bit roaming the streets, ready to knife the heck out of anyone who messed with them (well, kind of).
After what seemed like an impossible five minutes, even though I knew I'd been sleeping for hours, I awoke, rays of sun stinging my eyes. I blinked a couple of times and sleepily rolled over. My back ached horribly and my eyes were extraordinarily blurry as I tried to put my feet over the edge of my leopard spot bed-sheeted bed. Instead of hitting the softly carpeted floor, my knee bent and I realized I was on my back on a hard floor, a trail of drool tracing itself down my left cheek.
Things came into focus. I realized, with inexplicable horror that I was not sleeping on the floor in my lovely, yellow painted room, but on the floor of a wooden building with a strange gravel-like material lightly covering the hard-as-nails floor. I groaned and glanced around, trying to identify my surroundings. I might have been mildly freaked out, had I not turned to see what that faint noise was behind me.
A boy; a sleeping boy! Behind me. My jaw dropped slightly and I gaped. Then I opened my mouth, a shrill scream pouring from my mouth. The boy jumped, and again horrifying the life out of me, another kid sat up behind him, immediately seizing a gun up from the floor next to him and aiming straight at me. I could have sworn I felt my soul float away from my still-living form.
"What are you doing here?!" the kid with the gun shrieked in a trembling voice. I studied him. He had wide, fearing eyes and shadow colored black hair. He had a scar running down his cheek. I shook in slight fear until the boy with the blonde hair in front of the boy spoke up.
"Johnny, leave her alone," he said in a tired voice. I looked up. My blue eyes were without a doubt staring absently.
"What's your name?" the kid called Johnny asked. I sighed.
"Skye," I said, without any further comments. I saw the blonde kid looking intently at me.
"I'm Ponyboy. This is Johnny." I raised my right eyebrow.
"Ponyboy?" He nodded.
"Ponyboy Curtis." I smiled. "You're one to talk. What kind of name is Skye?" he continued.
"A good one," I stated crossly. Johnny just sat, the gun resting on his leg. I stood and rested my head on the nearby wall. Ponyboy and Johnny just kept looking at me. I looked down at myself, trying to find what was so unusual about me. Navy flared jeans, tan sandals, a green tie-dyed t-shirt with a black sweatshirt with a wolf on it.
"What the heck are you doing here?" Ponyboy asked me, breaking the silence. I shrugged my shoulder.
"Your guess is as good as mine." But before either of them could respond, we heard a rapping sound on the wall. Johnny jumped about a foot into the air. My eyes widened. I sighed and wondered what else would occur today. And suddenly, a tall, dark-haired guy appeared. He looked surprised and grinned.
"And who is this?" he said. Ponyboy looked at him.
"Dallas!"
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Ok, I am aware this isn't much of a start, but that's alright. I am planning on continuing.
By Skye Rocket
October 18, 2001
Disclaimer: Really, I don't own the Outsiders.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a decent Outsiders fic.
*****
'Chapter 12.' The end. My eyelids drooped dangerously. I leaned back against the pillow, the now finished book lying on my chest as I drifted of to sleep. Maybe I shouldn't have put reading "The Outsiders" off until now.
As I slept, dreams of Socs and Greasers danced through my head. I saw Dallas and Ponyboy and Two-Bit roaming the streets, ready to knife the heck out of anyone who messed with them (well, kind of).
After what seemed like an impossible five minutes, even though I knew I'd been sleeping for hours, I awoke, rays of sun stinging my eyes. I blinked a couple of times and sleepily rolled over. My back ached horribly and my eyes were extraordinarily blurry as I tried to put my feet over the edge of my leopard spot bed-sheeted bed. Instead of hitting the softly carpeted floor, my knee bent and I realized I was on my back on a hard floor, a trail of drool tracing itself down my left cheek.
Things came into focus. I realized, with inexplicable horror that I was not sleeping on the floor in my lovely, yellow painted room, but on the floor of a wooden building with a strange gravel-like material lightly covering the hard-as-nails floor. I groaned and glanced around, trying to identify my surroundings. I might have been mildly freaked out, had I not turned to see what that faint noise was behind me.
A boy; a sleeping boy! Behind me. My jaw dropped slightly and I gaped. Then I opened my mouth, a shrill scream pouring from my mouth. The boy jumped, and again horrifying the life out of me, another kid sat up behind him, immediately seizing a gun up from the floor next to him and aiming straight at me. I could have sworn I felt my soul float away from my still-living form.
"What are you doing here?!" the kid with the gun shrieked in a trembling voice. I studied him. He had wide, fearing eyes and shadow colored black hair. He had a scar running down his cheek. I shook in slight fear until the boy with the blonde hair in front of the boy spoke up.
"Johnny, leave her alone," he said in a tired voice. I looked up. My blue eyes were without a doubt staring absently.
"What's your name?" the kid called Johnny asked. I sighed.
"Skye," I said, without any further comments. I saw the blonde kid looking intently at me.
"I'm Ponyboy. This is Johnny." I raised my right eyebrow.
"Ponyboy?" He nodded.
"Ponyboy Curtis." I smiled. "You're one to talk. What kind of name is Skye?" he continued.
"A good one," I stated crossly. Johnny just sat, the gun resting on his leg. I stood and rested my head on the nearby wall. Ponyboy and Johnny just kept looking at me. I looked down at myself, trying to find what was so unusual about me. Navy flared jeans, tan sandals, a green tie-dyed t-shirt with a black sweatshirt with a wolf on it.
"What the heck are you doing here?" Ponyboy asked me, breaking the silence. I shrugged my shoulder.
"Your guess is as good as mine." But before either of them could respond, we heard a rapping sound on the wall. Johnny jumped about a foot into the air. My eyes widened. I sighed and wondered what else would occur today. And suddenly, a tall, dark-haired guy appeared. He looked surprised and grinned.
"And who is this?" he said. Ponyboy looked at him.
"Dallas!"
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Ok, I am aware this isn't much of a start, but that's alright. I am planning on continuing.