A/N: Hey. me again. i'm sorry about the mess up before. this is the real chapter 3. thanks to whomever it was that pointed this out to me. (i never can remember names) any way... here is... drumm roll please... chapter 3!
I was sitting in pitch-blackness. I couldn't see anything at all. I reached out only to find nothing there. Nothing. Then, a fist, decorated with rings came out of nowhere and punched me. It continued until I was nothing more than a heap on the ground. But then I was rising from my body. I left the body of a teenage boy with shaggy, black hair and tanned skin behind. I was free. There was no more segregation between Soc and greaser. My parents were gone but I wasn't alone. The gang was standing around my body and I watched it all from my place in space. Suddenly everyone was gone. Dally, Darry, Sodapop, Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Steve, everyone. I was really alone. Everyone had abandoned me. Alone...
I sat up in bed. Silver moonlight and cold night air blew into my room from the open window. I was soaked with sweat but I shivered. It was all a dream. I got up and stood by the window. My initial plan was to close the open window, but I just stood there, mesmerized by the moonlight. Before I even knew what I was doing, I climbed out of the window and began walking.
I left my house behind me. It no longer mattered. I passed the Curtis' house. They were better off without me. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own and they took me to the end of the East Side. One more step would take me into Social territory. I stood at the imaginary border, staring at the houses on the West Side. The rich side. I turned to leave. I had nowhere to go so I went to the vacant lot. No one would be out at this hour anyway.
I stayed in the vacant lot and watched the sun come up. Another ordinary sunrise. Nothing about it was special or unique. It was just like all the others. That's not gonna be me, I thought. I'm not gonna be like all the others...