Hi! So this is a new story, about Two-Bit. Hopefully it will turn out well. Please review, I love to hear from you and I hope you enjoy!
I don't own the Outsiders
PROLOGUE
The likely hood of someone being born is very small. Without accounting for your grandparents and great grandparents and the unlikelihood that they were born and found their mates the way they did, the likely hood of that one sperm fertilizing that one egg is 1 in 40,000,000. Roughly. The chances of us being who we are, all of the tiny little experiences tucked inside a tiny vessel that is the human body is less, almost insignificant.
And the chances of me, Keith 'Two-Bit' Matthews being born the way that I was into the family that I was born into is so small, it's easy to believe that perhaps God really does exist and he had a plan all along. But when I come to this conclusion, I remind myself that there are billions and billions, infinity combinations of people that could exist on this earth and infinity combinations of which come together to make other humans or shape other humans with new experiences, and that God had no hand in it because it doesn't matter who is born.
Most people might thing that (for example) if perhaps if my mother hadn't been kicked out of her house and gotten herself pregnant when she was a teenager, a couple people's lives would change. But the most amazing thing, is that not just a couple peoples lives would change. Each of us causes a ripple and that ripple will spread across the entire world and everyone, every person no matter how old will be affected by our ripple.
And so when I, Keith 'Two-Bit' Matthews came into the world, of course I was destined for something special that would change the entire world, because in a way, every one of us is.
But perhaps, with luck, I would be less of a ripple and more of a tidal wave.
I was taken home from the hospital in the middle of the night, snuck away from a hospital in California where my mother had grown up to Tulsa, where I would grow up. She chose a house that could fit us. We lived with the landlord, a struggling middle aged family who needed the money desperately. My mother couldn't give it to them, so we moved out.
We lived at some guys house for a while, a guy named Buck who in coming years I would become well acquainted with. Eventually, my mom got a job waitressing tables and we moved to the house that I spent most of my life in.
At this point I was about 1 and a half. My mom never heard my first word, but I can remember it clearly. There was a cheesy magazine on the table that said "Ladies, smile and let the world see it! (Why men are attracted to happy women)."
My first word was smile. I remember reading those words over and over, every day for maybe a week before I decided to read the article.
It didn't take me long to learn how to read, maybe a couple days, until I had read the entire magazine. So I read it again, and again.
When my mom decided it was time to start 'teaching' me how to read, she bought new books, with I immediately read, finding them far too easy and stupid.
I don't think my mom ever noticed. Not that she was neglectful-Far from it. She loved me a truly incalculable amount, which confused and annoyed me that I couldn't put a number to it. Numbers and words were the only thing that distinguished humans from animals.
I started school when I was 7 just like any normal kid, but I never spoke in class. The questions were dumb, literally 1+1.
So, they thought I was stupid, and I thought I was stupid because they thought I was stupid.
When I was 9 I met the gang. I was in Pony Boy's grade but I became closer friends to his brothers and Steve. Then we met a kid named Johnny, and a hood named Dally, and our gang was complete.
The likelihood of 7 hoods coming together and becoming friends against all odds was slim to none
And the likelihood of this story happening-Well...I still don't even know if I believe it.