AN: So, just a heads-up, I am very new to this, and I'm still figuring out how to format this, so I just wanted to warn you that it will probably undergo a lot of changes within the next few chapters. Thank you!
-MK Imara
**All characters (except for my original characters) belong to S.E. Hinton and Walt Disney**
Far From Home
Ch. 1 - Way Up North
After the death of my best friend, I didn't know what to do. After the death of the wild member of my gang, I knew that I had to leave. So, that's what I did. I gathered my stuff, leaving nothing but a note, and hitch-hiked a ride to the nearest bus station. I used some of the money I brought to get and ticket, before getting on, and leaving. And that was that.
So here we are now. I know you probably have a lot of questions, so let me try to answer them. My name is Ponyboy Curtis. I was born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and I'm fourteen years old. Right now, I'm on a train, heading up to New York City. What am I doing up in the big apple, you may ask. Well, to answer honestly, I don't know.
I remember everything Dally said about the place. The busy streets, the dirty subways. It sounded like the complete opposite of Tulsa, and that was exactly what I needed, so I hopped on a train in the early hours of the morning, and begun my journey. It is a long ride, across a good amount of the country. About a seventeen hour ride, the driver said. Seventeen hours was more hours than I'd ever ridden in any vehicle, and I could see the why I hadn't. The hot bus was not easy to sleep on, and it was uncomfortable, being shoulder to shoulder with complete strangers. I only have about 5 hours left.
While we were at a stop, a young girl came on. With her, she carried a backpack and a book. I didn't recognize the name of the book, but the paperback was thick with many pages. I know I said that she was young, but now that I looked at her, she didn't look much younger than me. She wore a black T-shirt with some sort of gray design on it, as well as a pair of jeans. On her feet were a pair of combat boots, dark in color. She had fair skin and a beautiful face. Her jaw was perfectly sculpted and her lips were a pale shade of pink. Her nose was small and upturned slightly at the tip. Her eyes were big, her pupils hazel, reflecting green in the soft light. Her hair fell softly across her shoulders, in loose bouncy brown curls.
She looked around the bus for a seat, before spotting the one next to me. She hastily made her way to it and sat down. Without giving me so much as a glance, she took out her book and began reading. She stayed like that for much of the ride, the only sounds being the murmuring of strangers, the honking of car horns, and the flipping of the pages of her book. At a stop about an hour away from the city, she caught me looking at her. She closed her book, and looked me up and down.
"What?" She asked me, her tone sounding slightly annoyed.
"W-what?" I stuttered back, kind of flustered that she was talking to me.
"You seem to be dying to ask me a question."
"Um," I hummed back trying to figure out what to say to her. "What's your name?"
"Meg," she replied curtly. Man, could this girl be any more blunt. I nodded, before turning away. She did the same, opening up her book again, and continuing to read. After a couple more awkward seconds, she slammed her book closed, before fully turning towards me.
"Where're ya' headin'?" Meg questioned me.
"New York City," I replied. "You?"
After hesitating for a moment she replied, "Same."
Once again, we both turned away, though this time the silence wasn't so awkward. We rode for the final hour before getting off. We both gathered our respective bags before heading of the bus. She exited the bus first, heading right. I was the last person to get off, and I immediately froze. I didn't know one thing about the city. I got know where to live, and nothing to eat. I don't know nobody, and nobody knows me. All of a sudden a hand wrapped around my Bicep.
"You lost?" Meg asked.
"Is it that obvious?"
She let out a little chuckle.
"You got a place to stay?" I shook my head.
"Well neither do I," She says dejectedly. " Guess us runaways should stick together."
Alright well thats a wrap on this first chapter. I may come back later and revise it, becuase I feel like there is so much more i could add to it, but until next time, see ya!
-MK Imara