A/N: Sorry guys! I know that I have been super lazy with this story. Lately, I've been getting into summer shape and working out in the evenings after doing my homework, which leaves me tired and no time to write. Okay, and I'm just a lazy person by nature. I love how I'm at 64 reviews! Each review makes me smile! I love how people give me new ideas and characters for my story. Last thing, I've had maybe five reviews saying that Georgia was a lot like Scout from To Kill A Mockingbird. I had never read To Kill A Mockingbird, until last week and I loved it! I'm honoured that some of you compared Scout and Georgia. So that's my not so short author's note, don't hesitate to leave your feedback on this next chapter. I don't own The Outsiders.
I knew that Momma was behind me before she spoke. I know her smell. It was a mixture of coffee, hairspray and cheap perfume. When I say it out loud that sounds pretty nasty. It is not. When I snuggle up with Momma, the strange aroma is almost comforting. I don't know what I smell like. If I had to guess, I would say shampoo, grass, and a little like Momma. Momma stood behind me for a bit, not moving, just observing the lovely morning.
After about a minute, I pushed off the ground and wiped the dirt off my clothes before nodding to Momma. It was time. My hands were sweating and trembling already, No matter how many times I had started at a new school, I still got stutter-y and shaky. Maybe it was one of those things you can outgrow. Momma was already sitting in the driver's seat. I grabbed the door handle to get in my backseat. My palms were so sweaty that I had to wipe them on my shirt before trying again. I plopped on the worn out seat and placed my knapsack beside me. Momma started up the car and it roared to life. It was still awkward between us; I hadn't forgiven her for allowing Lou to join us, and she was angry with me for running away. I gazed out my window, as I often did. All the houses and yards blended into blur as we sped by. Momma suddenly slammed on her brakes, causing me to fly into the seat in front of me.
"Ow, Momma!" I complained. "What the hell was that?" Momma didn't even turn around she was waving and someone on the sidewalk. I smacked her arm, annoyed at her antics. She rolled down the window and spoke to whoever that was. I turned back and looked out the window again. We were in front of a family's home. Their house was big and modern looking. The yard was bright green with plants and flowers, the driveway scattered with children's toys. I was really looking at the family sitting in the grass playing with each other. There was the father, wearing a business suit and about to head off to work. He was smiling as he kissed his wife, son and daughter goodbye. His wife was beautiful, wearing an apron and talking playfully with her kids. They looked like a perfect family to me. My fingers slid down the window. I bet that if my father was still alive, he, Momma and I would look that happy.
The car door opened and I had to move down a seat to make room for Keith. He smiled brightly at me. I guess Momma had offered to drop him off at high school. Keith tried to make conversation with me, but I didn't really want to chat. I just nodded or shook my head when I deemed necessary. I wiped my hands on my skirt once more. I could feel little butterflies flying around my stomach, and I suddenly wanted to hurl. I could feel acid coming up my throat. I was sure that my face was white now. I looked at Keith frantically. He seemed to sense my urgency. He yelled at Momma to pull over to the side of the road. I quickly undid my seatbelt and bolted outside.
Vile acid erupted from my mouth as I spewed out my empty stomach's contents over the pavement. The colourless puke looked like a splash of paint against the grey pavement. I violently threw up once more, my stomach was turning uncomfortably. I wiped the dripping vomit from my mouth, breathing heavily. My first day was off to a promising start.