Saturday, March 24, 1966.
Wagner High School, Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Dear Mr. McKinley,
When we walked into the library this morning, there were three of us. When we left that afternoon, there were five.
The three of us that actually were supposed to be there acknowledge the fact that we had to be at school on a Saturday for whatever we did wrong to get detention in the first place. What we did was wrong.
We know that.
So why do we have to write an essay telling you who we think we are? Do you really care? You didn't even notice that two people – well, to your definition, two greasers – snuck into detention about an hour into it. You don't see us as individual kids, but rather two groups of kids. Socs and greasers. It's always been that way.
Correct?
We know it's true, you know it's true. Everybody knows it's true. Hell, that's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning.
We were brainwashed. But it's okay, because we were able to rewire our minds a bit. Not a lot, mind you. Just enough to see through facades and labels, and barely enough to accept these people behind them. Nothing more and nothing less.
And we're all absolutely fine with that.
hello, everyone! this is my first outsiders story. it's just a prologue, really, so far. it's going to be based LOOSELY off of "the breakfast club." hence the similar beginning. however, there will be a few similarities and references.
it's a bit AU, in the sense that cherry and the greasers haven't met. however, for the sake of attempting to keep it a LITTLE like "the outsiders," johnny and dally are dead, just not in the way that we are used to, if you know what i mean...it will be explained later, so don't fret.
i'd really appreciate it if you'd review, just to see if this would be worth continuing. tell me what you think and let me knowww. :)