***A/N: Thanks to MissLKid for letting this story resurface. The only
characters that are mine are Zelda, Yvonne, and some random Socs and
Greasers. The rest are SE Hinton's characters, though I wouldn't mind
making Soda, or Two-Bit my own. *wink* and just to give you a heads up,
this story is post-Outsiders so no Johnny, or Dally, only MissLKid knows
about that. Yes, it is changed, that is what this sentence is saying,
Update, update, update, this story is now officially better! ***
Zelda Murphy looked around, so this was Tulsa huh? Looked like a ghetto. She was walking down a ghetto-looking street with little houses and small fences with busted-up cars in the yard. Even the trees looked ghetto. It pained Zelda's eyes to look at it all, she couldn't believe her sister had made her move here. There were no trees, only dirt. It was so far away from her forested Maine, it was in the Mid-West of all the places to be! Looking at the sky instead of her surroundings, Zelda strolled through the ghetto outskirts of Tulsa on that crumbling, almost non-existent sidewalk.
Smack! So intent on looking at the sky, Zelda had not seen the boy run across the street in front of her and she nearly toppled him over. He was a short boy, a good deal younger than herself, twelve maybe with burnt blonde hair, kinda rusty on the edges, like an unsuccessful dye job and bloodshot grey-green eyes. It looked like he had been crying he had tear streaks on his dirty face, and it was red and puffy.
The poor kid looked pitiful, she couldn't say much for herself, she was from the ghetto of Maine. If you live in Maine you know there is one. Two to be more exact, one called Lewiston, the other Auburn, they are sister cities and just very big ghettos. That is where Zelda is from, and she saw so much of her ghettoness in this poor boy's eyes, from his greasy hair to his worn-out shoes, she felt bad for him, no kid should have to grow up like she did.
"Hey Pony! You out there Kid?"
The boy in front of her mumbled an apology the same time Zelda did and sprinted off in the direction of the voice, disappearing into a nearby ghetto house. She made herself walk on. She passed by the ghetto and came to a street with old lots and old brick buildings. At the far end of the road was a gas station and auto repair shop, a DX station. The thought of cars brightened Zelda's day, she loved cars. She jogged to the end of the road and burst into the station where two guys looked up, the both of them extremely good-looking despite their drab clothes and for a split second she was embarrassed. "Hey you guys busy?" she asked.
A greasy dirty blonde approached her, "Nah, why?"
She read his name tag, "Steve?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I was just wondering what kind of cars you work on."
"Anything you got," the other guy was blonde and came over from behind the counter, "Why you havin' car trouble?"
"No, I was just wondering if you were hiring."
"Why, know someone who's good with cars?" Steve asked kind of hopeful.
"Yeah."
"What's his name?" The blonde without the name tag asked.
"I'm the person."
Steve snorted with either disgust or amusement, while the nameless guy looked her over, she was taller than Steve making her a good six feet, she had short blonde hair, tanned skin and icy blue eyes. She was scrappy too, and looked like a Greaser. "You new in town?"
"Yeah," she was starting to get an attitude, she didn't like Steve laughing at her.
The nameless guy came out from behind the counter, and offered his hand, "I'm Soda Pop." "Zelda," she replied grasping his hand tightly.
"You want a job?"
"Yeah."
"You've worked on cars before?"
"Trucks and Mustangs."
"Good, you're hired. We don't get all that much car repair work around here so you may be doing a lot of gassing up."
"No problem. But now that I'm hired can I punch my co-worker?"
"Steve?" Soda asked, "Yeah."
Zelda twirled around and clocked a sniggering Steve right in the kisser. He went back a few feet and Soda started laughing. "When do I start?" She asked.
"Tomorrow, be here at 8."
Zelda nodded her thanks and jogged home. "Yo! Vonn! I'm home!" Zelda had just walked into the kitchen of her ghetto house. It had a small hallway kitchen, a lounge, a bathroom, and a bedroom.
"Zee?" Zelda's sister Yvonne poked her head out of the bathroom. She was almost as tall as Zelda and had dirty blonde hair she had just recently chopped off. Before it had been to her ears, it had reached down to her butt.
"Oh, hey Vonn, I got a job at that gas station."
"Oh, good job Zee."
"You get a job yet?"
"I'm supposed to talk to a carpenter tomorrow at his house at 5."
"I thought we were going to build that other room tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, just meet me here after you get off work then."
The two of them began to make a box of mac and cheese, "So tell me why we moved to this ghetto?"
"It's better than the last ghetto," Zelda's sister retorted.
"Anything is better than Lewiston, or at least I thought so, up until now."
Yvonne punched her sister, "Hey it was the only house we could afford."
"In the middle of Oklahoma! The gas money is more than the house."
Yvonne laughed, "You're right on that one, but you and I know that Mom and Dad know that we hate the Mid-West and cities so it's the last place they'd look for us."
Zelda sobered, her sister was right, "Okay, but we're clearing out of here the instant this all blows over."
Yvonne laughed again, "Deal."
***A/N: Yes, I do use the word ghetto a lot, I just wanted to make sure that I got the point across as to their living conditions, and yes Lewiston/Auburn is the joint ghetto in Maine, ask any Mainer outside of the Lewiston/Auburn area and they'll agree with me.***
Zelda Murphy looked around, so this was Tulsa huh? Looked like a ghetto. She was walking down a ghetto-looking street with little houses and small fences with busted-up cars in the yard. Even the trees looked ghetto. It pained Zelda's eyes to look at it all, she couldn't believe her sister had made her move here. There were no trees, only dirt. It was so far away from her forested Maine, it was in the Mid-West of all the places to be! Looking at the sky instead of her surroundings, Zelda strolled through the ghetto outskirts of Tulsa on that crumbling, almost non-existent sidewalk.
Smack! So intent on looking at the sky, Zelda had not seen the boy run across the street in front of her and she nearly toppled him over. He was a short boy, a good deal younger than herself, twelve maybe with burnt blonde hair, kinda rusty on the edges, like an unsuccessful dye job and bloodshot grey-green eyes. It looked like he had been crying he had tear streaks on his dirty face, and it was red and puffy.
The poor kid looked pitiful, she couldn't say much for herself, she was from the ghetto of Maine. If you live in Maine you know there is one. Two to be more exact, one called Lewiston, the other Auburn, they are sister cities and just very big ghettos. That is where Zelda is from, and she saw so much of her ghettoness in this poor boy's eyes, from his greasy hair to his worn-out shoes, she felt bad for him, no kid should have to grow up like she did.
"Hey Pony! You out there Kid?"
The boy in front of her mumbled an apology the same time Zelda did and sprinted off in the direction of the voice, disappearing into a nearby ghetto house. She made herself walk on. She passed by the ghetto and came to a street with old lots and old brick buildings. At the far end of the road was a gas station and auto repair shop, a DX station. The thought of cars brightened Zelda's day, she loved cars. She jogged to the end of the road and burst into the station where two guys looked up, the both of them extremely good-looking despite their drab clothes and for a split second she was embarrassed. "Hey you guys busy?" she asked.
A greasy dirty blonde approached her, "Nah, why?"
She read his name tag, "Steve?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, I was just wondering what kind of cars you work on."
"Anything you got," the other guy was blonde and came over from behind the counter, "Why you havin' car trouble?"
"No, I was just wondering if you were hiring."
"Why, know someone who's good with cars?" Steve asked kind of hopeful.
"Yeah."
"What's his name?" The blonde without the name tag asked.
"I'm the person."
Steve snorted with either disgust or amusement, while the nameless guy looked her over, she was taller than Steve making her a good six feet, she had short blonde hair, tanned skin and icy blue eyes. She was scrappy too, and looked like a Greaser. "You new in town?"
"Yeah," she was starting to get an attitude, she didn't like Steve laughing at her.
The nameless guy came out from behind the counter, and offered his hand, "I'm Soda Pop." "Zelda," she replied grasping his hand tightly.
"You want a job?"
"Yeah."
"You've worked on cars before?"
"Trucks and Mustangs."
"Good, you're hired. We don't get all that much car repair work around here so you may be doing a lot of gassing up."
"No problem. But now that I'm hired can I punch my co-worker?"
"Steve?" Soda asked, "Yeah."
Zelda twirled around and clocked a sniggering Steve right in the kisser. He went back a few feet and Soda started laughing. "When do I start?" She asked.
"Tomorrow, be here at 8."
Zelda nodded her thanks and jogged home. "Yo! Vonn! I'm home!" Zelda had just walked into the kitchen of her ghetto house. It had a small hallway kitchen, a lounge, a bathroom, and a bedroom.
"Zee?" Zelda's sister Yvonne poked her head out of the bathroom. She was almost as tall as Zelda and had dirty blonde hair she had just recently chopped off. Before it had been to her ears, it had reached down to her butt.
"Oh, hey Vonn, I got a job at that gas station."
"Oh, good job Zee."
"You get a job yet?"
"I'm supposed to talk to a carpenter tomorrow at his house at 5."
"I thought we were going to build that other room tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, just meet me here after you get off work then."
The two of them began to make a box of mac and cheese, "So tell me why we moved to this ghetto?"
"It's better than the last ghetto," Zelda's sister retorted.
"Anything is better than Lewiston, or at least I thought so, up until now."
Yvonne punched her sister, "Hey it was the only house we could afford."
"In the middle of Oklahoma! The gas money is more than the house."
Yvonne laughed, "You're right on that one, but you and I know that Mom and Dad know that we hate the Mid-West and cities so it's the last place they'd look for us."
Zelda sobered, her sister was right, "Okay, but we're clearing out of here the instant this all blows over."
Yvonne laughed again, "Deal."
***A/N: Yes, I do use the word ghetto a lot, I just wanted to make sure that I got the point across as to their living conditions, and yes Lewiston/Auburn is the joint ghetto in Maine, ask any Mainer outside of the Lewiston/Auburn area and they'll agree with me.***