I don't own the Outsiders. I do, however, own Anya.
Dark Star
By: PurpleSailorSaturn7
Chapter 2
"Wake up, Baby." I opened my eyes to narrow slits. Was it already time to get up?
"Go away." I muttered, rolling over.
"Baby, get up." Pony shook me even more, which really irritated me. I hate being woken up, but I really hate being shaken awake.
"Why?" I groaned. I hadn't slept very well, and Pony ain't my favorite person to see first thing in the morning.
"Breakfast is ready, that's why." I sat up groggily. I didn't feel too spiffy.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked, almost nodding off again.
"Whatever you want to cook." Pony grinned. "You're the only one crazy enough to be allergic to chocolate."
"It ain't my fault." I replied, climbing out of bed. "I don't get to choose what I'm allergic to." And I didn't even like it in the first place, so being allergic to it didn't bug me.
He left and I made my bed. I wasn't that hungry. And besides, my room is dirty enough, so at least my bed can be clean.
Finally I joined my brothers in the kitchen and started searching through the fridge for some eggs. I would have stole Soda's if he hadn't already smothered them with grape jelly. I prefer strawberry.
I finally found the eggs and my pan, and started scrambling them. I'm pretty good in the kitchen if you can talk me into cooking.
Darry and Soda left for work, and I was left with Pony. After a while, he left too, and I was alone. I blared the radio and came up with my own dance to "You Don't Own Me" by Lesley Gore, miming every word. Lesley Gore is tuff.
Before mom and dad died, I took too many forms of dance to count. Darry took some form of acrobatics last summer, then spent the remainder of it teaching the rest of the gang things he found were useful. I wasn't around when he did it, but I could still beat them all, hands down.
As I've said before, I love to perform for anyone. I'll even do it for free, as much as I enjoy it. Darry's always called me his little Kathy Young. I don't think I'm that talented, but I enjoy the compliment anyway.
I flipped the radio off and went for a walk to the vacant lot. If I got bored enough, I could kick the football around for a while. My football skills could really use some help.
After a while, even that started to get boring, so I headed home. Pony's movie would start soon, and Soda and Darry would be home in a few hours.
I sat down in the armchair and finally fell into a light doze. I woke up to Darry shaking me.
"Dinner's ready." He told me. I sat up quickly. I hadn't had anything to eat all day, and I was starving. It was just me and him at the table, and I didn't feel like eating. Funny. I was starving, but I just couldn't bring myself to eat anything. Thankfully, Darry didn't notice.
"I'm going to bed." I said, leaving the living room. He nodded.
I was awakend *again* by the sound of yelling. I crept out of my bed and watched from my doorway. Pony and Darry were fighting, and by the look of it, Soda was in on it, too.
Darry had had enough. He hit Pony and it seemed as if everything stopped.
Pony ran out the door, and I managed to find words.
"What's going on?" I asked in a bemused, sleepy way.
Darry and Soda turned to look at me. "Baby..."
"NO!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!" I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into my room, slamming the door and locking it. Why did they have to fight? Why?
The same question kept running through my head. Why'd he hit my brother? Where was Pony? Would I ever see him again?
A/N: I don't like the ending... Should I continue?
Dark Star
By: PurpleSailorSaturn7
Chapter 2
"Wake up, Baby." I opened my eyes to narrow slits. Was it already time to get up?
"Go away." I muttered, rolling over.
"Baby, get up." Pony shook me even more, which really irritated me. I hate being woken up, but I really hate being shaken awake.
"Why?" I groaned. I hadn't slept very well, and Pony ain't my favorite person to see first thing in the morning.
"Breakfast is ready, that's why." I sat up groggily. I didn't feel too spiffy.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked, almost nodding off again.
"Whatever you want to cook." Pony grinned. "You're the only one crazy enough to be allergic to chocolate."
"It ain't my fault." I replied, climbing out of bed. "I don't get to choose what I'm allergic to." And I didn't even like it in the first place, so being allergic to it didn't bug me.
He left and I made my bed. I wasn't that hungry. And besides, my room is dirty enough, so at least my bed can be clean.
Finally I joined my brothers in the kitchen and started searching through the fridge for some eggs. I would have stole Soda's if he hadn't already smothered them with grape jelly. I prefer strawberry.
I finally found the eggs and my pan, and started scrambling them. I'm pretty good in the kitchen if you can talk me into cooking.
Darry and Soda left for work, and I was left with Pony. After a while, he left too, and I was alone. I blared the radio and came up with my own dance to "You Don't Own Me" by Lesley Gore, miming every word. Lesley Gore is tuff.
Before mom and dad died, I took too many forms of dance to count. Darry took some form of acrobatics last summer, then spent the remainder of it teaching the rest of the gang things he found were useful. I wasn't around when he did it, but I could still beat them all, hands down.
As I've said before, I love to perform for anyone. I'll even do it for free, as much as I enjoy it. Darry's always called me his little Kathy Young. I don't think I'm that talented, but I enjoy the compliment anyway.
I flipped the radio off and went for a walk to the vacant lot. If I got bored enough, I could kick the football around for a while. My football skills could really use some help.
After a while, even that started to get boring, so I headed home. Pony's movie would start soon, and Soda and Darry would be home in a few hours.
I sat down in the armchair and finally fell into a light doze. I woke up to Darry shaking me.
"Dinner's ready." He told me. I sat up quickly. I hadn't had anything to eat all day, and I was starving. It was just me and him at the table, and I didn't feel like eating. Funny. I was starving, but I just couldn't bring myself to eat anything. Thankfully, Darry didn't notice.
"I'm going to bed." I said, leaving the living room. He nodded.
I was awakend *again* by the sound of yelling. I crept out of my bed and watched from my doorway. Pony and Darry were fighting, and by the look of it, Soda was in on it, too.
Darry had had enough. He hit Pony and it seemed as if everything stopped.
Pony ran out the door, and I managed to find words.
"What's going on?" I asked in a bemused, sleepy way.
Darry and Soda turned to look at me. "Baby..."
"NO!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!" I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into my room, slamming the door and locking it. Why did they have to fight? Why?
The same question kept running through my head. Why'd he hit my brother? Where was Pony? Would I ever see him again?
A/N: I don't like the ending... Should I continue?