**A/N: If you don't like this, I'm extremely sorry. Please review and tell
me what you think so far. Be nice;)**
***Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Outsiders [[such as Ponyboy, Johnny,
Steve, Soda, Darry, Dally, etc. I don't own the idea of the Socs and
Greasers.]] But I do own The Spot. So fear me. Mwhahaha.
Chapter One
*Johnny's POV*
"Man, I can't take it anymore," I told Ponyboy.
I wasn't sure why, but Johnny Cade wasn't a really respected name
throughout the town at the moment. I left the Curtis house with a slamming door. I had to get out. Even the
air around me seemed to scream
'You filthy Greaser!' When I walked into The Spot, a burger place, it felt like every head turned to stare holes into my blue jean jacket. I felt as if they were treating me
like some filthy rodent in their beautiful sparkling castle.
I sat down at the counter and ordered a Coca Cola. A cute Soc sitting
beside me had her back facing me. When she turned around to see who was
sitting beside her, she got a sudden disgusted look on her face.
"Don't let sitting by me go to your head, trash," she snickered to me in a
snooty voice.
"Don't worry about that," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I threw down the dollar to pay for my coke and ran out of that stupid
restaurant. Once safe from nasty comments outside, I leaned against the
side of the building and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Damn you stupid Socs, damn you being so rich, damn it all!" I said aloud
to myself.
It was times like this when I hated being a Greaser. I hated the fact that everyone considered me trash and I hated it that they were all such snobs. But I loved my buddies; and that was where I kept getting myself confused. It was just sometimes, I didn't want to be a Greaser. Sometimes just one
tiny inch of my wanted to be something else; something different. But I couldn't just leave the gang. No one would understand if I told them this.
well, Ponyboy might. But that was a big maybe. I was drowning myself in debate. You've got school tomorrow, I told myself. It was barely getting dark, but I didn't feel like putting up with myself
anymore. I went into the vacant lot and as it got darker, the cold made me numb. My
whole body until I couldn't think or feel anymore. I stared up at the
stars.
It kind of felt good; I couldn't even feel pain anymore.
**A/N: If you have any suggestions of where you'd like to see this story
go, please tell me. I will update and write more later.**
Steve, Soda, Darry, Dally, etc. I don't own the idea of the Socs and
Greasers.]] But I do own The Spot. So fear me. Mwhahaha.
Chapter One
*Johnny's POV*
"Man, I can't take it anymore," I told Ponyboy.
I wasn't sure why, but Johnny Cade wasn't a really respected name
throughout the town at the moment. I left the Curtis house with a slamming door. I had to get out. Even the
air around me seemed to scream
'You filthy Greaser!' When I walked into The Spot, a burger place, it felt like every head turned to stare holes into my blue jean jacket. I felt as if they were treating me
like some filthy rodent in their beautiful sparkling castle.
I sat down at the counter and ordered a Coca Cola. A cute Soc sitting
beside me had her back facing me. When she turned around to see who was
sitting beside her, she got a sudden disgusted look on her face.
"Don't let sitting by me go to your head, trash," she snickered to me in a
snooty voice.
"Don't worry about that," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
I threw down the dollar to pay for my coke and ran out of that stupid
restaurant. Once safe from nasty comments outside, I leaned against the
side of the building and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Damn you stupid Socs, damn you being so rich, damn it all!" I said aloud
to myself.
It was times like this when I hated being a Greaser. I hated the fact that everyone considered me trash and I hated it that they were all such snobs. But I loved my buddies; and that was where I kept getting myself confused. It was just sometimes, I didn't want to be a Greaser. Sometimes just one
tiny inch of my wanted to be something else; something different. But I couldn't just leave the gang. No one would understand if I told them this.
well, Ponyboy might. But that was a big maybe. I was drowning myself in debate. You've got school tomorrow, I told myself. It was barely getting dark, but I didn't feel like putting up with myself
anymore. I went into the vacant lot and as it got darker, the cold made me numb. My
whole body until I couldn't think or feel anymore. I stared up at the
stars.
It kind of felt good; I couldn't even feel pain anymore.
**A/N: If you have any suggestions of where you'd like to see this story
go, please tell me. I will update and write more later.**