A/N: Hello and welcome to my 4th Outsiders story!! I'll give credit to S.E. Hinton for 'The Outsiders' and credit to BellaVision for the suggestion. Enjoy!
Song for this chapter: "When You're Gone" by Avril Lavigne
"Yes, sir, that's the plan," I was telling the principal, Mr. Grev.
"Going to a private school in London… sounds interesting," he said. "When did your parents get this idea?"
"They got it just a few weeks ago, sir," I said.
"They took a while to find a school that they thought would fit you?" he asked, trying to cock his eyebrow like Keith Matthews, a student he knew very well. I got nervous.
"Yes, it took a while because... it took a while because of all the good choices," I explained to him.
"Very nice," he said.
"May I go now? I have a plane to catch," I told him.
"Yes, of course," he said. "Good day, Sherry Valance,"
"Good bye," I said as I walked out the door.
As I was walking out to the car, I felt really guilty. You see, I wasn't really moving to London, England. I was just moving to Oklahoma City. It's a lot to explain. Let's start off with I'm PREGNANT. I don't know why or how, but I went to visit the doctor a couple of weeks before my little meeting with the principal, and he said I was pregnant. This is why I'm going to Oklahoma City; my parent's are sending me there to live with my Aunt Jane, my Uncle Tim, and my Cousin Ann. My parents want me to give the baby up for adoption when it comes. I was thinking a lot about this when I walked into my parent's red mustang.
"It's for the best, honey," my Mom said, trying to comfort me. I still had knot in my stomach from all of this. Either that or it was the baby growing inside of me.
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"Hello, Sherry!" Aunt Jane greeted me as she helped me into her car for the long drive to Oklahoma City.
"Aunt Jane, call me Cherry, alright?" I asked her as she got in.
"Alright, Cherry," she said as she winked at me. Oh, brother, I thought.
Let me explain my Aunt Jane. She has golden blonde hair with deep blue eyes that gleam in the light. Her hair always seems to be shiny and she likes to wear white blouses with long skirts. She loves to wear deep red lipstick all the time. She's really outgoing and bubbly. I don't see how, though. It's really weird.
After a few hours of driving, we pulled into my new home. It was a big house that was a golden-beige colour with white polls. It was a beautiful house I have to admit. I heard barking; their golden retriever was at the door, barking his head off. I saw my Uncle Tim open the door. He has light brown hair with deep blue eyes like Aunt Jane and he likes to wear sweaters with a white shirt under them so the white collar pokes out and he wears dark jeans all the time. He looks like the average Dad, and he's pretty nice.
"Hello, Sherry," he greeted me.
"Please, call me Cherry," I asked him, twisting my red hair nervously.
"Alright, Cherry," he said like Aunt Jane had. Then, like Aunt Jane, he winked at me. I nearly rolled my eyes, but I wanted to make a good impression.
They helped me inside, their golden retriever named Shelly crowding me. They showed my to my new bedroom, which was upstairs second to the right. It had blue walls with a window at the end. It was decent sized and had a bed, desk, and a closet.
"Do you like it?" Aunt Jane asked.
"Yeah, I do," I told her as politely as I could. "Thank you,"
"We'll let you get settled," Uncle Tim said with a creepy smile. It was one of those really big smiles that look too happy that they're creepy.
"Thank you," I said again as I put my bags on my bed. I examined the room as they left. I figured I would go shopping later to get some Beetles posters and other stuff to make it more me.
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I stayed in my room and read for a bit until it was time for dinner. It smelt like we were having pork and salad and other basic stuff. I was called downstairs at 5:30 but I didn't want to go down. I didn't want to be in Oklahoma City; I wanted to be with Bob in Tulsa, where I belonged. They can have dinner without me, I thought to myself as I heard the angry voices downstairs calling 'We're hungry, come down!' Finally, my Cousin Ann came up angrier than ever. I could hear her stomping up the stairs and slamming the door open.
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR US?" she asked angrily through clenched teeth. "IT'S TIME FOR DINNER! WE'RE HUNGRY!"
My Cousin Ann has my Uncle Tim's long, straight brown hair and she has his eyes, too. She has freckles across her nose and her teeth always seem to be dull white. Her fingernails are always painted a purple colour and she likes to wear dark jeans with usually dark purple t-shirts, like she was then. She loves the colour purple if you haven't already noticed and she loves to wear bracelets. She reminds me of greasers sometimes.
"Maybe I don't want to eat right now," I told her coolly. She walked over to me and grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. She dragged me downstairs and threw me onto a chair. When she's hungry, she has a bit of a temper.
We said our prayer and ate in silence. I didn't eat much because I wasn't in a good mood. I usually played with my food and my Aunt Jane kept on telling me as politely as she could to stop playing with it. I stopped but started again every few minutes. We were done dinner at about 6:00 and when we were done I ran upstairs to cry myself to sleep.
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