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Disclaimer: I, in no way, own The Outsiders...

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Chapter one: Some Home Life...

"You filthy trash! You know what time it is?" A scraggly voice echoed throughout the house I couldn't believe was my home. It was my dad.

I cursed under my breath. Man, I hate it here! Why don't I make tracks and live somewhere else? Every night this happens. Every night I come home to this commotion... why did I even bother?

The whole house was barley lit, and everything smelled strongly of alcohol...

"Don't bother closing that door!" This was the voice of someone else... it was my mother. She was walking out of the bedroom and towards me, carrying everything her body would allow. "Move!" She shoved me to the side so she could pass, grabbing her keys as she went.

"Keep walking you--you black hole! You know how much time and money you cost me? Get out!" my old mans yelling was in vain, 'cause by now, the old bat had already gotten in the car and driven off. When the drunkard realized this, he turned on me. "And you!" he started walking towards me, and before I had had the sense to run out the door, he had slammed it shut. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me close. "Where have you been?"

My face contorted as his breath wafted towards me. Nothing but booze... I thought to myself. I honestly felt like crying--I hated this crap and it got me too frustrated... sad to say, but I could be pretty emotional sometimes. I may never show it, but something's always tearing me up on the insides...

I tried getting free of his grip, but the fact is, even when he's hammered, he's still stronger than I am!

"Answer me!" he hollered.

I racked my brain for something to say, anything to get out of this! My mouth only fell open--bad move--the old man would think I'm scared and would only go harder on me--if I let him. Shoot--I couldn't think of anything! The truth is, was that I had been down at the Dingo all day with Soda and Dallas. We had been trying to see which one of us could get kicked out first. Glory--there was no way I was telling him that!

"Well?" his grip on me tightened.

Without thinking, my hands started clawing at him. "Let go of me!" I hollered, my teeth clenched tight.

"Don't give me no lip boy!"

Bu now, I had had it! "Screw you you drunk!" I quit trying to claw him off and instead sent a punch right to his nose. Surprisingly--it worked! The booze had only gotten him worse, I guess.

I smirked as he grabbed his nose in pain and fell back--defeated. He shook his head, I guess trying to clear the shock. He just went and sat on the couch. I, however, just stood there, my whole body shaking with hatred.

"Get out..." he muttered, a new beer bottle in hand.

I had nothing to say to him, but I still wanted to piss him off before I left for good. So I decided to spit at him, it didn't hit him, but I almost laughed as it plopped right into his beer. Score!

That drunkard didn't even look at me. "Out..." he repeated.

I spun right on my heel and walked back outside, slamming to door to my personal hell hole shut. I sighed and took a look around. There were nothing but broken and shattered beer bottles littered all over the porch and once living lawn. It was a clear night, not as cold as I thought it would be. My mind was still unclear of what to do next. I decided to walk over and sit on the curb of the road. Looking up and down the street, I didn't see a soul. I realized how late it must've been then... probably around one or maybe even two.

I groaned--why did life always piss me off...? Everyone always says I seem like I hate the world... I guess it's because I almost always have a scowl. I don't smile very often either... I think the only time I ever do is when I'm with Sodapop. It's always a blast hanging around him... I guess it's because he understands me...

Come to think of it... what about Evie? I sat there and thought a bit... I can't understand why I ever even asked her out in the first place. She wasn't my type! She probably never would be. I didn't like her. I mean, come on, she wasn't anything new, or different, or special. Like all the other broads on this side of town, Evie wore too much makeup, junk in her hair, and perfume, she was also obsessed with chewing gum--loudly! I don't think I've ever seen her with out the stuff--and she chews it as loud as hell! I can't stand that... smacking... noise! On top of that, she clings to me! She's always clinging to me!

I jumped out of thought as my whole body started shaking uncontrollably as the wind picked up--it was the wind that always got me. "Can't stay out here all night..." I muttered jumping up, and started walking down the street, to the only home I knew...

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