A/N: This is my first fanfic and I don't know how it'll turn out... please
don't flame me, I accept constructive criticism but no flames.
Anyway, in this fanfic Dally and Johnny are still alive. Pony never fell asleep in the lot so Darry never hit him, he never ran away with Johnny, etc... This takes place a few days after the guys met Cherry and Marcia.
You should also know that I might change points of view within the story, but I'll try to not confuse anyone. For now this is mainly in Ashley's p.o.v.
Oh yeah, this is NOT a mary-sue.
Chapter 1:
*Ashley's P.O.V.*
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that my old man was dead.
I guess it was bound to happen sometime, him being the drunken idiot he was. It's just that with mom dying a few months ago, and now dad too, I'm realizing something.
I'm an orphan. That's something scary to think about. And I don't want to think. I just want to go back a few months. To tell mom not to go out in that weather. To tell her to be careful crossing that bridge. But I can't. And that makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry until I drown in my tears.
Everything used to be so perfect. Mom was a single parent who had me at 16, but she did a fine job raising me. We weren't exactly rich and we lived on the east side of Tulsa. But so what.
And then that one stormy night when that bridge collapsed just as mom was crossing it... that one night changed my life forever.
The social workers placed me with my father. He left mom and me when I was 4. I remember him visiting me a few times when I was younger. But then he stopped. All along, I guess I've known that he was still living in Tulsa, even though I haven't seen him since that time on the street when I was ten.
Living with dad was hectic. He came home drunk practically every night, several times with his "girlfriend of the week". He never hit me, but he did scare me a lot screaming at the top of his lungs.
That was bad, but I dealt. I had to. I didn't want to be put in a foster home.
I'm a greaser, but I doubt that even greasers know I exist. I've always been a loner. I don't have many friends. Not many close friends anyway. I'm pretty shy and quiet. I guess I like avoiding people whenever possible.
It was just last night that my dad crashed his car into a tree. It was one hell of a tree too, and he died before he arrived at the hospital. Of course he was drunk.
I found out a couple hours later. Someone called the house at 3 AM to tell me. I wish they would have waited 'til morning. At least I could've slept.
I cried for a bit. Actually for hours. I don't care if he was a drunk that couldn't care less about me. He was my dad and I still loved him. I'm an emotional person. And a crybaby.
The worst part was that it reminded me of the night I lost mom. Both happened on a friday night in a car accident. Of course mom wasn't drunk, but still it reminded me just the same.
That's probably why I bawled until 7 or 8. I didn't bother to check the time before I left. I wasn't really sure where exactly I was going. I guess I needed to take a long walk to think.
Right now the only thing stuck in my mind was: What's going to happen to me now? Am I going to a foster home? No, I'm not. They can't make me go. I'm 15 years old, I can manage on my own. I guess I have no choice.
Too many thoughts were filling my head. I need to clear my mind before I pass out.
My god, I look like I got jumped. My hair is all messed up with a million knots in it. My eyes are completely bloodshot and puffy. My face is red from all my tears. My clothes are dirty and torn. What a wonderful day...
I walked down the street dragging my feet and looking down. My life seems so horrible right now. I guess a lot of people have it worse. It's just that I'm usually strong and in control, but now I'm lost and confused.
And believe me, my day didn't get any better when I saw that blue mustang trailing me...
A/N: Cliffhanger! Most of my chapters will probably end in these, so better get used to it! Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed with your thoughts. Chapter 2 is coming soon!
Anyway, in this fanfic Dally and Johnny are still alive. Pony never fell asleep in the lot so Darry never hit him, he never ran away with Johnny, etc... This takes place a few days after the guys met Cherry and Marcia.
You should also know that I might change points of view within the story, but I'll try to not confuse anyone. For now this is mainly in Ashley's p.o.v.
Oh yeah, this is NOT a mary-sue.
Chapter 1:
*Ashley's P.O.V.*
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that my old man was dead.
I guess it was bound to happen sometime, him being the drunken idiot he was. It's just that with mom dying a few months ago, and now dad too, I'm realizing something.
I'm an orphan. That's something scary to think about. And I don't want to think. I just want to go back a few months. To tell mom not to go out in that weather. To tell her to be careful crossing that bridge. But I can't. And that makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry until I drown in my tears.
Everything used to be so perfect. Mom was a single parent who had me at 16, but she did a fine job raising me. We weren't exactly rich and we lived on the east side of Tulsa. But so what.
And then that one stormy night when that bridge collapsed just as mom was crossing it... that one night changed my life forever.
The social workers placed me with my father. He left mom and me when I was 4. I remember him visiting me a few times when I was younger. But then he stopped. All along, I guess I've known that he was still living in Tulsa, even though I haven't seen him since that time on the street when I was ten.
Living with dad was hectic. He came home drunk practically every night, several times with his "girlfriend of the week". He never hit me, but he did scare me a lot screaming at the top of his lungs.
That was bad, but I dealt. I had to. I didn't want to be put in a foster home.
I'm a greaser, but I doubt that even greasers know I exist. I've always been a loner. I don't have many friends. Not many close friends anyway. I'm pretty shy and quiet. I guess I like avoiding people whenever possible.
It was just last night that my dad crashed his car into a tree. It was one hell of a tree too, and he died before he arrived at the hospital. Of course he was drunk.
I found out a couple hours later. Someone called the house at 3 AM to tell me. I wish they would have waited 'til morning. At least I could've slept.
I cried for a bit. Actually for hours. I don't care if he was a drunk that couldn't care less about me. He was my dad and I still loved him. I'm an emotional person. And a crybaby.
The worst part was that it reminded me of the night I lost mom. Both happened on a friday night in a car accident. Of course mom wasn't drunk, but still it reminded me just the same.
That's probably why I bawled until 7 or 8. I didn't bother to check the time before I left. I wasn't really sure where exactly I was going. I guess I needed to take a long walk to think.
Right now the only thing stuck in my mind was: What's going to happen to me now? Am I going to a foster home? No, I'm not. They can't make me go. I'm 15 years old, I can manage on my own. I guess I have no choice.
Too many thoughts were filling my head. I need to clear my mind before I pass out.
My god, I look like I got jumped. My hair is all messed up with a million knots in it. My eyes are completely bloodshot and puffy. My face is red from all my tears. My clothes are dirty and torn. What a wonderful day...
I walked down the street dragging my feet and looking down. My life seems so horrible right now. I guess a lot of people have it worse. It's just that I'm usually strong and in control, but now I'm lost and confused.
And believe me, my day didn't get any better when I saw that blue mustang trailing me...
A/N: Cliffhanger! Most of my chapters will probably end in these, so better get used to it! Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed with your thoughts. Chapter 2 is coming soon!