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Life never has been fair. People have situations forced upon them, that change not only their lives but the lives or everyone around them forever. Sometime they're good changes...sometime they're not so good. Things happen that make you wonder 'what if....'. Well 'what if' their had been a girl who could have cahnged everything. 'What if' the girl had been given the choice, would things have happened differently?
D, First Entery Nov. 12
Imagine living your life in someone else's shadow, being known as 'so-and-so's daughter, or sister, or son, of brother, or cousin, or whatever.'. Never being know for who your are, just being known for who the other person is. Never getting the chance to prove gossip and rumors right or wrong, because people don't ask...they assume. Picture living in a town where how much you matter is determined by how much money your family has in their bank account. In a town where walking alone is almost as dangerous playing Russian Roulette, especially if you a girl my age. A girl with no family, other then an older cousin, who's shadow you live in, and a gang of boys who most people would call 'hoods'. All you want is the chance to prove yourself, make something of yourself, prove to society that not all people living on the East side are stupid. In fact Winston.
15 years old without much hope of a future unless i can somehow break the endless cycle that everyone in my family has fallen into. . .a live that's hardly worth living. Everyone assumes since my cousin, Dallas, is always in some sort of trouble with the fuzz, that I'll be too. But what people fail to see is that I'm not Dally...I'm Alexa. (Or Lexa or Ally depending on who you talk to. I hardly ever go by Alexa, only three people call me it just as much as they call me one of the other to. And that's Dal, Sodapop Curtis, and Johnny Cade. Mostly everyone else only knows me as Lexa or Ally, or if it's one of the gang Al.) If you took the time to look you'd notice I make straight A's, have never had a lesson but can play piano with the best of 'em, write my own songs, stories, and poems. Plus I run track for my school, am in advance classes, have at least two hundred volunteer hours this year alone, and if you look even close you'd seen numerous awards and honors programs. I'm not a 'hood', or a 'slut' or any of the other thing people associate with the East side girls.
And because of that I don't have many gal friends, and I mostly hang around with the small 'gang' of guy my cousin hangs around with. It's not really a gang, just a group of 7 boys who stick together, more friends then anything. But however you explain it, trying to explain all the different personalities is like trying to explain every flavor in a bag of Jellybeans, almost no flavor is the same. Dally's the wild dangerous one. Darry's the mature one. Two-Bit's the funny one. Sodapop's the sweetheart. Ponyboy's the dreamer. Steve's the fighter. And Johnny's the 'pet'. Me, well, I'm still trying to figure out exactly where I fit in...that's why I'm starting this journal. Because just as much as society doesn't know who I really am......neither do I. And that's what I'm going to find out.
Always,
Lexa
"Lexa, I'm leaving and you have 10 seconds to get you ass out here, or you can walk to school." My older cousin voice floated back the hall, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm comin', I'm comin. Don't give yourself a hernia." I mumbled under my breath, as I slid my small leather journal into my purse sliding the zipper shut. I was half way out the door, when I caught a glimpse of my reflection of myself in the mirror. I was wearing a red t-shirt the advertised the company called Jacrabbit Roofing, my friend Darry worked for. It was snug, but not so tight that it looked like I'd painted it on, but it still showed off all my curves. With that shirt, my low-ride blue jeans, and my jean jacket, it was easy to tell I was a greaser. 'Greaser' is what anyone who's poorer then the middle class is classified as. To some people it's almost like a 'hood' or a 'j.d', but we're not quite as bad. We're like firecrackers, most of us don't explode unless someone lights out fuse. We're not like the socs who jump people for kicks, we have to be provoked. I hated being labeled, because as soon as you label someone you lose the ability to really get to know them. And when your girl from the East side who's trying to make her way out of this hell hole, labels make it though. I heard the door slam and the tires screech and I know I'd be walking to school. "Glory Dallas, you have the patients of a two year old with ADD." I mummbled, my books weighting a ton in my arm as i grabbed them off the bed.
A streak of blondish white hair feel in front of my eyes, and i swiped it away annoyed, as closed the bed room door and walked down the hall of Tim Shepards place. "See ya Tim, thanks for letting me and Dal crash here last night." Tim shepard looked up from the TV and flased me a grin, " No problem, Ally. I'm one of the only guys who can say the actually had Ally Winston in his bed...." Tim ducked as the pillow I throw at him bounced off the coofe table sending a lamp crashing to the floor. "You say anything along those lines, Shepard, and I'll make sure you never have another warm body in that bed of your again." I smiled sweetly making sure to slam the door behind me. "You know you love me Lexa!" Tims oice trailed after me as I made my way down the steps of his house. Tim was a good buddy to have, always willing to let me and Dall sleep at his house, but I swear to god sometimes i just wanted to beat the tar outta him. He was more like a hood then a greaser, so was his younger brother Curly an the boys they bummed around with. Angeala, his sister, was one of the only real good gal grease friends I had, mostly cuase her brother, Tim, my cousin always got into trouble together. The were like simise partens i crime, whe you found one doing something to irritate the fuzz, the other wasn't far behind.
I heard the soft mumer of a car engine behind me, and a uncontroable grin spread across my face. A grenn broken down hunk of metal wizzed passed me, then stopped suddenly, came back towards me at a hunder miles per hour, ran the curve, and skidded to a stop inchs in front of me. "Get in." The annoyed driver lit a smoke and flicked th ashes out the window. The back end on the car sat neatl parked on the sidewalk, where as the front part hung off the curve and laid in the raod. I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped down off the side walk, walked to the passenager side of the car, and tugged the broken door open. "Hun, here in America, people go on the sidewalk, not cars. And I thought'd you'd left." I smirked,as Dallas put the car into drive and took off down the road, so fast the trees were blurs on the side of the raod.. "Munckin, I was half way to Buck's place, and I turned around. Stupid f***in' promise I made you......" I rasied an eyeborw and stared at the trees wizing by. I remeber that promise.
"Dal, you don't have to go. Please Dal, don't leave me....." Tears had flowed down my cheeks, as my 11year old cosuin shouved clothes into a suitcase. "I ain't staying here Lexa.I can't put up with him beating on me any more. I can't stay." Dally said locking the suit casse, and dropping it out the window. He looked so much older standing there in the moonlight of my bed room window, the moon reflecting off his paltnum blond hair. His jaw was clenched, and his green eyes had the firy galre to them. "Then take me with you. I don't wanna stay here alone Dally, please." I knew better then to fight with Dally when he looked like that, but i couldn't help it. I stood there to horrified to move, as my cousin slid out the window into the dark night. "Dally don't lkeave me...please..Dallas...." My voice was hourse from all the crying, and I still don't know how Dallas managed to hear me. He slid back into the rom, through the window and stood there looking at me, I could tell he was frusted and angery. My knees were shaking so bad I could hardly stand, and the room was starting to spin. I mus have looked as awful as I felt becaause Dally lost that tough look and shifted his weight to his other leg. Suddenly he looked extremly uncomferable, not at all like the rough boy I usually saw. "Munchkin..." Dal had whispered, and the next ting I knew I was snuggled against his chest, wrapped in the warmth of his arms. My cousin had held me, my sobs shaking us both. He held me, jsut whispering wahtever he could think of until my tears had suibsided and stopped. We'd rocked back and father gentally, and his breath was waerm as he whipsered into my ear. "Lexa, I'll never leave without you. No matter what, I'll always come back for you. I promise." I remember sniffingly lightly and he'd brushed a strand of real ligh blond hair from my eyes. I smiled softly and mummble a muffled "I know." Into my cousin chest.
Dallas had never really left me since then, when i hadn't wanted him to. It didn't matter if it was a smiple ride to school, or a rumble, Dallas awlays kept his promse. He went on swearing good natuarlly, just to make it seem he was upset about truing around. I smiled, knowing under it all he really didn't mind. "I love you, Dallas." , I said smoothly, grinning widly as the wind blow my hair into my eyes. Dallas looked at me, then a smike slid across his face. Notthe kind of smirk he usually had when he was trying to look tough or getting into trouble. A real smile. "I love you too, kid." Dal whispered, as he turned of the main road to the parkingy lot of the hell-hole i'd be trap in for the next few hours. "Now get out, and if I find out you ditch I'll skin you. Someone in this family gotta get a job." I laughed and kissed him on the cheek quickly before getting out of the car, and walking towards the cold stone building.
Life never has been fair. People have situations forced upon them, that change not only their lives but the lives or everyone around them forever. Sometime they're good changes...sometime they're not so good. Things happen that make you wonder 'what if....'. Well 'what if' their had been a girl who could have cahnged everything. 'What if' the girl had been given the choice, would things have happened differently?
D, First Entery Nov. 12
Imagine living your life in someone else's shadow, being known as 'so-and-so's daughter, or sister, or son, of brother, or cousin, or whatever.'. Never being know for who your are, just being known for who the other person is. Never getting the chance to prove gossip and rumors right or wrong, because people don't ask...they assume. Picture living in a town where how much you matter is determined by how much money your family has in their bank account. In a town where walking alone is almost as dangerous playing Russian Roulette, especially if you a girl my age. A girl with no family, other then an older cousin, who's shadow you live in, and a gang of boys who most people would call 'hoods'. All you want is the chance to prove yourself, make something of yourself, prove to society that not all people living on the East side are stupid. In fact Winston.
15 years old without much hope of a future unless i can somehow break the endless cycle that everyone in my family has fallen into. . .a live that's hardly worth living. Everyone assumes since my cousin, Dallas, is always in some sort of trouble with the fuzz, that I'll be too. But what people fail to see is that I'm not Dally...I'm Alexa. (Or Lexa or Ally depending on who you talk to. I hardly ever go by Alexa, only three people call me it just as much as they call me one of the other to. And that's Dal, Sodapop Curtis, and Johnny Cade. Mostly everyone else only knows me as Lexa or Ally, or if it's one of the gang Al.) If you took the time to look you'd notice I make straight A's, have never had a lesson but can play piano with the best of 'em, write my own songs, stories, and poems. Plus I run track for my school, am in advance classes, have at least two hundred volunteer hours this year alone, and if you look even close you'd seen numerous awards and honors programs. I'm not a 'hood', or a 'slut' or any of the other thing people associate with the East side girls.
And because of that I don't have many gal friends, and I mostly hang around with the small 'gang' of guy my cousin hangs around with. It's not really a gang, just a group of 7 boys who stick together, more friends then anything. But however you explain it, trying to explain all the different personalities is like trying to explain every flavor in a bag of Jellybeans, almost no flavor is the same. Dally's the wild dangerous one. Darry's the mature one. Two-Bit's the funny one. Sodapop's the sweetheart. Ponyboy's the dreamer. Steve's the fighter. And Johnny's the 'pet'. Me, well, I'm still trying to figure out exactly where I fit in...that's why I'm starting this journal. Because just as much as society doesn't know who I really am......neither do I. And that's what I'm going to find out.
Always,
Lexa
"Lexa, I'm leaving and you have 10 seconds to get you ass out here, or you can walk to school." My older cousin voice floated back the hall, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm comin', I'm comin. Don't give yourself a hernia." I mumbled under my breath, as I slid my small leather journal into my purse sliding the zipper shut. I was half way out the door, when I caught a glimpse of my reflection of myself in the mirror. I was wearing a red t-shirt the advertised the company called Jacrabbit Roofing, my friend Darry worked for. It was snug, but not so tight that it looked like I'd painted it on, but it still showed off all my curves. With that shirt, my low-ride blue jeans, and my jean jacket, it was easy to tell I was a greaser. 'Greaser' is what anyone who's poorer then the middle class is classified as. To some people it's almost like a 'hood' or a 'j.d', but we're not quite as bad. We're like firecrackers, most of us don't explode unless someone lights out fuse. We're not like the socs who jump people for kicks, we have to be provoked. I hated being labeled, because as soon as you label someone you lose the ability to really get to know them. And when your girl from the East side who's trying to make her way out of this hell hole, labels make it though. I heard the door slam and the tires screech and I know I'd be walking to school. "Glory Dallas, you have the patients of a two year old with ADD." I mummbled, my books weighting a ton in my arm as i grabbed them off the bed.
A streak of blondish white hair feel in front of my eyes, and i swiped it away annoyed, as closed the bed room door and walked down the hall of Tim Shepards place. "See ya Tim, thanks for letting me and Dal crash here last night." Tim shepard looked up from the TV and flased me a grin, " No problem, Ally. I'm one of the only guys who can say the actually had Ally Winston in his bed...." Tim ducked as the pillow I throw at him bounced off the coofe table sending a lamp crashing to the floor. "You say anything along those lines, Shepard, and I'll make sure you never have another warm body in that bed of your again." I smiled sweetly making sure to slam the door behind me. "You know you love me Lexa!" Tims oice trailed after me as I made my way down the steps of his house. Tim was a good buddy to have, always willing to let me and Dall sleep at his house, but I swear to god sometimes i just wanted to beat the tar outta him. He was more like a hood then a greaser, so was his younger brother Curly an the boys they bummed around with. Angeala, his sister, was one of the only real good gal grease friends I had, mostly cuase her brother, Tim, my cousin always got into trouble together. The were like simise partens i crime, whe you found one doing something to irritate the fuzz, the other wasn't far behind.
I heard the soft mumer of a car engine behind me, and a uncontroable grin spread across my face. A grenn broken down hunk of metal wizzed passed me, then stopped suddenly, came back towards me at a hunder miles per hour, ran the curve, and skidded to a stop inchs in front of me. "Get in." The annoyed driver lit a smoke and flicked th ashes out the window. The back end on the car sat neatl parked on the sidewalk, where as the front part hung off the curve and laid in the raod. I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped down off the side walk, walked to the passenager side of the car, and tugged the broken door open. "Hun, here in America, people go on the sidewalk, not cars. And I thought'd you'd left." I smirked,as Dallas put the car into drive and took off down the road, so fast the trees were blurs on the side of the raod.. "Munckin, I was half way to Buck's place, and I turned around. Stupid f***in' promise I made you......" I rasied an eyeborw and stared at the trees wizing by. I remeber that promise.
"Dal, you don't have to go. Please Dal, don't leave me....." Tears had flowed down my cheeks, as my 11year old cosuin shouved clothes into a suitcase. "I ain't staying here Lexa.I can't put up with him beating on me any more. I can't stay." Dally said locking the suit casse, and dropping it out the window. He looked so much older standing there in the moonlight of my bed room window, the moon reflecting off his paltnum blond hair. His jaw was clenched, and his green eyes had the firy galre to them. "Then take me with you. I don't wanna stay here alone Dally, please." I knew better then to fight with Dally when he looked like that, but i couldn't help it. I stood there to horrified to move, as my cousin slid out the window into the dark night. "Dally don't lkeave me...please..Dallas...." My voice was hourse from all the crying, and I still don't know how Dallas managed to hear me. He slid back into the rom, through the window and stood there looking at me, I could tell he was frusted and angery. My knees were shaking so bad I could hardly stand, and the room was starting to spin. I mus have looked as awful as I felt becaause Dally lost that tough look and shifted his weight to his other leg. Suddenly he looked extremly uncomferable, not at all like the rough boy I usually saw. "Munchkin..." Dal had whispered, and the next ting I knew I was snuggled against his chest, wrapped in the warmth of his arms. My cousin had held me, my sobs shaking us both. He held me, jsut whispering wahtever he could think of until my tears had suibsided and stopped. We'd rocked back and father gentally, and his breath was waerm as he whipsered into my ear. "Lexa, I'll never leave without you. No matter what, I'll always come back for you. I promise." I remember sniffingly lightly and he'd brushed a strand of real ligh blond hair from my eyes. I smiled softly and mummble a muffled "I know." Into my cousin chest.
Dallas had never really left me since then, when i hadn't wanted him to. It didn't matter if it was a smiple ride to school, or a rumble, Dallas awlays kept his promse. He went on swearing good natuarlly, just to make it seem he was upset about truing around. I smiled, knowing under it all he really didn't mind. "I love you, Dallas." , I said smoothly, grinning widly as the wind blow my hair into my eyes. Dallas looked at me, then a smike slid across his face. Notthe kind of smirk he usually had when he was trying to look tough or getting into trouble. A real smile. "I love you too, kid." Dal whispered, as he turned of the main road to the parkingy lot of the hell-hole i'd be trap in for the next few hours. "Now get out, and if I find out you ditch I'll skin you. Someone in this family gotta get a job." I laughed and kissed him on the cheek quickly before getting out of the car, and walking towards the cold stone building.