In Reality
I DON'T OWN THE OUTSIDERS! IF I DID, I WOULD HAVE MADE A SEQUEL LOOOONG AGO! ALL RIGHTS GO TO S.E. HINTON!
Authors note: Hey guys! After many blood, sweat, and tears( not really!), I managed to finally post this story. This is my first fanfic! Please review, and when you do, don`t be afraid to be honest. If you thought it was horrible, than tell me, cause if you`re not honest than how will I improve? Anyway, ENJOY!
Chapter 1: In a Heartbeat...
They say that you can go from childhood to adulthood in an instant, and it's true. i have a ton of experience with that. Oh, by the way, my name's Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis. Yeah, i know. But it`s my real name. Honest. It even says so on my birth certificate. My dad named me. You can guess from this that he`s an original person, and it`s true. At least he was. He`s gone now, which brings me back to this whole crazy growing up thing.
It all started on a cold, stormy, wet Wednesday night in mid-October. It was October 17th, to be specific. It was also my parent`s anniversary. They were going out for dinner that night and that one simple dinner changed our lives forever. I was curled up in the armchair, reading my tattered copy of Moby Dick for the tenth time. The book was falling apart, but I still loved it, and I could say the same thing about the armchair. Actually, that`s a bit of an understatment, it fell apart a long time ago. No one knows exactly where the chair came from, but it's been in our house as long as we can remember. Nobody has touched it, let alone sat in it, except for me, and with good reason. The fabric, if you can call it that, is an ugly faded green color with faded yellow spots. There are like a million threads coming out of it, and it's so thin that it might as well be paper. There is no cushioning whatsoever, it's just a wooden chair with fabric. It's filthy, too, so if anyone happens to touch it, they make a big deal out of it and run off to wash their hands. I don's know why someone hasn't gotten rid of it by now, but I guess they just don't have the heart to do that to me, cause I love that old chair, for no good reason.
Anyway, my parents were standing at the door, doing all those last-minute things. Mom looked beautiful. She was wearing her only nice dress, a long, black, lacy one with a black bow that tied at the waise. Her long, wavy hair fell in golden ripples down her back. Her brown eyes danced with a spark of life in them. Even if we're poor, we can still look nice if we want to. Dad looked good too, wearing a nice button down shirt with a tie. It looked good, even if the tie was a little shabby. Dad looks a lot like Darry, my oldest brother, they could be brothers. Dad is tall and strong, with dark brown hair and tan skin, probably from being out in the sun a lot- he roofs houses for a living. His eyes are different from Darry`s though, they`re a rich, deep blue. My mom's personality is just like her looks` gold, beautiful, and full of life. Dad is a real logical guy, but he has the same dash and charm as my older brother, Sodapop (dad named him too, if you couldn`t tell.) Darry lucked out, he`s the only one of us with a normal name. I don`t care though, I like my name.
Darry was standing at the front door to see them off.
"Thanks for watching the boys tonight Darry, we really appriciate it," said mom.
"No problem," said Darry, messing up my hair. I flattened it out again, ignoring his smug grin. (He`d better hang on to it, cause trust me, we wouldn`t be seeing that grin for a long time.)
Mom came over to the chair. "Bye Pony," she said, kissing my forehead and being careful not to touch the chair, "love you."
"Love you, too." I replied. Now I wish I said a better goodbye, seeing as it was our last one.
"Soda!" dad called, "We're leaving now, come here for a sec!"
My sixteen-year old brother, Sodfa, came clamoring down the hallway, stubbing his toe on the coffee table as he ran. I had to laugh at him, he`s so reckless. Soda is my favorite person ever. He's kind and understanding, and he listens to me no matter what. He`s always sympathetic and he understands everyone. He`s the perfect definition on a kid at heart. He seems like he never has a care in the world. Back then, none of us did.
Authir`s note: Okay that`s chapter one! Did you guys like it? Please review! I`ll update ASAP- I hate when people make you wait so I won`t do that to you! Thanks! Stay Gold! -Emily :) :)