(A/N I don't own The Outsiders, but I can dream can't I?)
I could feel the sun hitting my back walking to my new school. I hadn't given much thought of Tulsa until we moved here. I was so used to living in Dallas that I seemed to forget about, or not care about the rest of the world. Mom made me move here with her, I understood because Dad was a horrible man, and I often felt it was my fault he hit her the way he did. I grew up with my older brothers Jerry and Russell; they made me tough like I was. I knew now, at 17, I wasn't going to back down from a fight, I was undefeated in Dallas, and I'm pretty sure Tulsa wasn't as bad. I walked in through the large doors, and made my way toward the door that had 'Office' written on it. I opened and a plump woman around the age of 40 sat in the front desk.
"Can I help you?" she was obviously eyeing what I was wearing.
I had on my tight fitted black shirt, and some tight blue jeans, and my dirty old sneakers. I hadn't had money to buy clothes since I got a chest, so I've had the same thing since I was 13.
"I'm new, Lynn Rhodes."
She looked at me again, and motioned for me to sit down, so she could look through the files on her desk. I sifted in my seat and my long dark red curls kept bouncing across my back. My hair fell to the middle of my back, most of the time, I tied it up, but today wasn't one of those times. I fixed my dark green eyes on the folder she was currently looking at, which I noticed was mine.
"Rhodes," I got up and walked over to her.
"Here's your schedule, your first class is just down this hall, good luck."
I grabbed the paper, what the hell was that all about luck? I just noted her as some stupid old hag. I searched the hall in the direction she pointed, and found my room. Great, it's about time to get this over with. I stepped in and all, what felt like thousand eyes were on me.
"You must be Lynn; do you see the boy in the back with the Mickey Mouse shirt?"
I nodded my head, "good, see the empty desk next to him, you can sit there."
I made my way to the back, and the teacher started talking again. I looked over to the boy and he had some rusty colored sideburns, which seemed to be the first thing you'd notice, I mean they stick out. He flashed a smile my way, and I gave a weak one back. He seemed to squirm in his seat the whole damn time we were in there. As soon as the bell rang he turned to me and flashed another smile. I jetted out of the door, and found my second class, and I already knew today was going to be a long day.
After school had let out I was walking down the street toward home when I noticed a car following me. I was used to this back home, it meant you were gonna get beat, but It only happened to people in gangs there, apparently it happened to anyone here. I started to walk diagonally across the park and four boys got out of the car and started following me. I felt myself tighten up, and I turned to face them dropping my bag. If I was going to be beat, I wasn't gonna go down with a fight.
"Your new here, we gotta teach you where the grease girls belong," said one with blonde hair.
"I say we slap her around a few times, then teach her how a soc is better then a grease," said the one with the dark curly hair.
They all started walking toward me, and I never even tried to back away.
"She doesn't even look scared, why don't we just put the fear in her," the blonde said again, by now he seemed to resemble a monkey to me.
I felt one of them grab my arm, and I swung my other one and it hit him in the face. He was down, but not out, they all lunged at me at once, and I felt my legs tighten and glue to the spot. I hit another with a free arm, and two other ones, pushed me and held me to the ground. The blonde was holding my arms down and the curly guy was holding my legs. I noticed the one I had punched earlier come over and sit on my stomach. I felt all the air fade away, and I thought I was going to suffocate.
"How dare a filthy little bitch like you hit me," his fist connected with my nose.
Oh man, this is going to hurt in the morning, was what first came to mind.
"Shit, Bob here comes Winston," I heard the curly one say.
"Let's go then, fuck her, we'll get her again some other time," and with that they were all gone.
I sucked in the hugest breathe of air I possibly could, and I noticed some boots standing beside me.
"I ain't ever seen a broad hit like that."
I didn't even look up as I lifted the bottom of my shirt up to my nose.
"I ain't just any broad."
I was still dabbing at my nose, and I grabbed my bag and started my way toward home. I could hear extra foot steps behind me so I turned around to see him. A boy who looked a little older then me, he had almost wheat blonde hair, which I thought went good with his face structure. I stood and waited for him to catch up, I lit up a smoke, and he seemed to drag ass.
When he finally reached me, he noticed that I was smoking and asked for a light. He walked alongside me for awhile, until I got to the front steps of my house, which to me looked like it was falling apart.
I turned back to the boy who just stood there looking, "thanks."
I usually didn't say thanks to anyone from busting me up from a fight, but what were the odds of me laying out four guys who seemed so huge to my little self.
"Anytime, kid. I guess I'll see ya around."
I nodded and headed up the steps only to be yelled at by my mother for my clothes being so dirty. I told her what had happened and she just told me 'at least it's not Dallas, you coulda been killed.' I launched myself onto my bed, and I stared out the window, I can't wait for sunset, I think I'll walk back to the park. I was hoping none of those boys were still there.
