AUTHOR'S NOTE:Hello again! Mira here. I'm gonna try my hand at a fic for the ammaaazing book The Outsiders. This is just a one-shot, and a short one at that. Comments appreciated! I will take suggestions for future one-shots if you have one, but no promises that I will do all of them! Until next time, here you go.
Kelly glanced towards the group of greasers to her right. She scowled. Those no good greasers are just wasted space. She had loving parents, an all-American older brother, was popular, beautiful, and overall had a perfect life. She never had struggles, therefor never knew the hardships of life. If she had just stopped to talk to one of the boys, maybe the good-looking blond, or the dark haired one who resembled a kicked puppy.
Had she talked to the blonde she would have found out that he blonde's parents had been killed the year before, and his little brother had been jumped by Socs a month ago. The boy's injuries had been so bad that they had to take him to the hospital. By doing so they had alerted Social Workers, who had taken away his brother to put him in a boy's home. He had seen hide nor hair of his baby brother since, and was missing him more and more every day.
If she had talked to the dark haired one she would have found out that he was abused by his drunk of a father, and that his mother didn't care about him. She would have found out that his best friend, the only one that understood him (the blonde's brother) had been jumped, and then taken to a boy's home. She would have found out that the person he had considered as an older brother had been thrown in jail for a rime he didn't commit, and that the dark haired boy was feeling very alone.
But she considered all greasers as trash. Therefor she didn't talk to them. And therefor she knew none of this.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:well? How'd I do? Please review and let me know!