S.E. Hinton owns all the characters but Cat and Jessie and some of the other people I came up with.
Sixteen Stars, One Moon
By: PurpleSailorSaturn7
Chapter 1: Cat
It was one of those not too warm, not too cold days in Tulsa, but to me, it was freezing!
I was bored, tired, and well, not too happy. Just the day before I had ventured from my home in Los Angeles, California, to come to boring old Oklahoma. But I'd rather be safe than dead, I guess, so I should stop complaining.
Anyways, I was minding my own business when I noticed a bunch of really greasy looking boys coming my way. I figured since I was on my porch, on my property, they would leave me alone. Man was I wrong.
"Look what we got here," One sneered. "What are you doing on our property, Soc?"
"Soc? You're calling me a Soc, you little grease monkey!" I wasen't in the best of moods, and I wanted to be left alone. "I am not a Soc, and if you ever call me that again, you'll wish you were never born!" I sat back down in a huff, ignoring them.
"Not a Soc, huh?" He continued. "You look like a Soc."
"I'm not. I hate Socs. They can all go... I don't know... fry."
"What's your name?"
"What's it to you?"
"Forget her." He muttered, leaving. But the rest of his group didn't move. I didn't want to fight all of them. As a matter of fact, I had a headache from trying to talk to the other one. One, a six-foot tall guy, after a moment, started to talk to me. He had rust-colored sideburns and grey eyes, and wasen't the cutest one of the group, but he at least looked nice.
"And what would a classy girl like you be doin' on the East side? Don't like Mustangs or something?" He asked. I admit, I don't know what a Mustang had to do with anything, but yes, I owned one.
"Mustangs are okay." I said quietly, not sure what else to do. "I have one out behind the house. Doesn't work too well. Transmission's screwed up."
"What's your name, anyway?" Why was everyone so interested in my name? What's in a name? Let's see, I can think of at least ten words you could spell with my name, but that wasen't the question.
"Angelina Shiloh." I said slowly, wondering if I should give out too much information. At that moment, my German Shepard puppy chose to wander outside. He jumped on my lap, yapping and smacking me with his tail. I set him down and stood up.
"Angelina, is it?" The other annoying guy was back, and I later learned his name was Dallas Winston.
"Go away." I muttered, ready to pull out my handy switchblade or heater, whichever I grabbed first. I was leaning towards heater.
"Leave her alone, Dally." The other guy said. I was confused, I don't like too many people I don't know near me at once.
He didn't leave, but he didn't talk to me, either. After I got introduced to everyone, Let's see, there was Two-bit (my savior), Ponyboy (?!), Sodapop (I like 7-up), Dallas (:P) , and Johnny (:)). All of them are nice, except for Dally, but oh well, I can't have everything in life, can I? I followed them to a DX station, where I met another of their friends and got a coke. Steve is okay, I guess, but he isn't my favorite person. After awhile, the group split up and Two-bit and I went off to get something to eat. I got a whole plate af fishsticks, my favorite food. They were gone in a bout two minutes, so I got more.
"You know what?" He asked, after I finished my third to last fishstick.
"What?" I asked.
"You look like a cat. Now I'm going to call you Cat because of you love of fish. Tell me, do you come with one of those ID collars, too?"
I had to laugh. That was just too funny not to. From that day on, I was known as Cat.
A/N: I know this isn't that great, but hey, first chapters hardly ever are. Chapter 2 will be better, I promise! No flames, and please reveiw!
Sixteen Stars, One Moon
By: PurpleSailorSaturn7
Chapter 1: Cat
It was one of those not too warm, not too cold days in Tulsa, but to me, it was freezing!
I was bored, tired, and well, not too happy. Just the day before I had ventured from my home in Los Angeles, California, to come to boring old Oklahoma. But I'd rather be safe than dead, I guess, so I should stop complaining.
Anyways, I was minding my own business when I noticed a bunch of really greasy looking boys coming my way. I figured since I was on my porch, on my property, they would leave me alone. Man was I wrong.
"Look what we got here," One sneered. "What are you doing on our property, Soc?"
"Soc? You're calling me a Soc, you little grease monkey!" I wasen't in the best of moods, and I wanted to be left alone. "I am not a Soc, and if you ever call me that again, you'll wish you were never born!" I sat back down in a huff, ignoring them.
"Not a Soc, huh?" He continued. "You look like a Soc."
"I'm not. I hate Socs. They can all go... I don't know... fry."
"What's your name?"
"What's it to you?"
"Forget her." He muttered, leaving. But the rest of his group didn't move. I didn't want to fight all of them. As a matter of fact, I had a headache from trying to talk to the other one. One, a six-foot tall guy, after a moment, started to talk to me. He had rust-colored sideburns and grey eyes, and wasen't the cutest one of the group, but he at least looked nice.
"And what would a classy girl like you be doin' on the East side? Don't like Mustangs or something?" He asked. I admit, I don't know what a Mustang had to do with anything, but yes, I owned one.
"Mustangs are okay." I said quietly, not sure what else to do. "I have one out behind the house. Doesn't work too well. Transmission's screwed up."
"What's your name, anyway?" Why was everyone so interested in my name? What's in a name? Let's see, I can think of at least ten words you could spell with my name, but that wasen't the question.
"Angelina Shiloh." I said slowly, wondering if I should give out too much information. At that moment, my German Shepard puppy chose to wander outside. He jumped on my lap, yapping and smacking me with his tail. I set him down and stood up.
"Angelina, is it?" The other annoying guy was back, and I later learned his name was Dallas Winston.
"Go away." I muttered, ready to pull out my handy switchblade or heater, whichever I grabbed first. I was leaning towards heater.
"Leave her alone, Dally." The other guy said. I was confused, I don't like too many people I don't know near me at once.
He didn't leave, but he didn't talk to me, either. After I got introduced to everyone, Let's see, there was Two-bit (my savior), Ponyboy (?!), Sodapop (I like 7-up), Dallas (:P) , and Johnny (:)). All of them are nice, except for Dally, but oh well, I can't have everything in life, can I? I followed them to a DX station, where I met another of their friends and got a coke. Steve is okay, I guess, but he isn't my favorite person. After awhile, the group split up and Two-bit and I went off to get something to eat. I got a whole plate af fishsticks, my favorite food. They were gone in a bout two minutes, so I got more.
"You know what?" He asked, after I finished my third to last fishstick.
"What?" I asked.
"You look like a cat. Now I'm going to call you Cat because of you love of fish. Tell me, do you come with one of those ID collars, too?"
I had to laugh. That was just too funny not to. From that day on, I was known as Cat.
A/N: I know this isn't that great, but hey, first chapters hardly ever are. Chapter 2 will be better, I promise! No flames, and please reveiw!