-----Remember this was before all of the whole fire thing and everything so Johnny and Dally are still alive.
Oh yeah, since I don't want to keep editing my chapter 1 any more, here's my disclaimer,
I don't own The Outsiders. S.E Hinton does...but I do however, own the other characters that you don't see in the book or movie.
Chapter 2.
On the ride to the boys home Ponyboy just stared out the window at the streets passing by. It felt as if his life was passing by. Soda remained quiet and still had a few tears here and there. Ponyboy just had to refrain from talking to him. The car was not the perfect place to vent. Plus, he didn't want to create and controversy or anything. Although it killed him because right now was a time where he wanted to voice his feelings.
He kind of wished Johnny was there. He was the only one he could talk to without getting, "What are you on Ponyboy?" Unless it was Soda, he felt he could be completely open with him...but now wasn't the time. The car ride was nothing but silence despite Katherine's weak attempts to get them to talk. They just wouldn't give in. So she eventually gave up. "Here we are boys, your new temporary home." She said getting out the passenger door. James had been driving. Daniel was back with Darry trying to set up the hearing.
Ponyboy opened his door and saw a building he may of passed but just never took notice. He did pity the kids in homes but never wanted to feel like to become one. He could tell Soda was just as, anti-boy home as he was. Ponyboy and Soda stuck toward the car while Katherine made her way to the door. "Come on!" She called to them. They wouldn't move. So James came over and led them away from the car.
Once they were inside they were led down a hall. It was real damp and drafty in the building. Ponyboy looked over to the walls to see stuff like, scratch marks on the walls and initials carved in the walls. Something told him inside that this wasn't the place he'd ever choose to live. No matter what kind of situation he was in. They were led to some kind of banged up double doors that creaked as they opened.
They were soon inside a hall with a bunch of different doors. They came down the hallway. They seemed to have age numbers stuck to the doors. Katherine stopped at the 13-15 door and took a key out. She unlocked the door and led him inside. Inside the room were 3 boys there were a bunch of bunk beds surrounding them. "Aaron, Zell, Ricky.....this is Ponyboy Curtis. He will be staying in here until we can find him a foster home. if you do anything...you know what will happen." When Katherine said this Ponyboy got a different feel of her. She wasn't the kind woman who was sitting in their living room 20 minutes ago. Now she was acting like a wench.
"Is that a threat?" Ponyboy asked her. "No, not at all....let's go Sodapop." She said leaving quickly. Once she closed the door and locked it she continued down the hall with Soda. "Um, why exactly are we being locked in these rooms?" Soda asked. "Yes well, in the past we've had little run aways...which I personally can not stand. So this is just a precaution." She explained opening the 16-17 door. Inside were 2 boys. "A.J, Justin, this is Sodapop and he's staying here until we find him a foster home. So be nice." She said the last part darkly. Then she left the room and locked the door.
"Sodapop Curtis..." The boy A.J said. He was without doubt a Soc. But the boy Justin reminded him a bit of Johnny. He had long greasy hair that hung in his eyes. He had bruises all over him, most likely from this soc. "Aint you that one greaser who had that friend who my friend Bob beat up?" When Soda didn't respond to this A.J laughed softly. "Shoulda known. You Greasers are all the same, with your long greasy hair....You're disgusting." He said spitting at him.
"Oh and you suppose the stupid Soc's are any better huh? Well let me give you a little information here, Soc's are the spoiled rich kids who get whatever they want. Oh yeah but underneath it all, You're nothing. All you are is a kid who gets ignored and spoiled since your stupid ass parents are too rich to pay attention to you. Sp you take it out on us who actually can have a family and don't get ignored. Sure we aint as rich as you, but money don't buy everything." Soda shot at him spitting back.
A.J looked shocked for a minute but then it turned into anger. "What would some Greaser trash know about us? We're too good for you. You have to come up with some stupid excuse to make yourself feel better-" A.J was cut off by Soda again. "Oh to make myself feel better huh? Well then, why the hell do you have to drive around in your mustangs and remind us how low we are. If you got it made, then why don't you live a life if you even have one?" Soda said walking toward a vacant bunk and turning toward the window.
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Ponyboy looked at the three guys staring back at him. One of them was wearing a backwards hat and chewing gum. He had blonde hair spiked up with grease sticking out of it and hanging in his eyes. His green eyes just glowed in the sunlight that was pouring through the window. "Sup? I'm Zell." The boy said. Another boy who had tan skin and really deep borwn eyes said, "Hey, I'm Aaron." The last boy had brown hair and brown eyes too but he was medium height. Aaron was the tallest at 5'6. " I'm Ricky." The kid said.
"Well, atleast I didn't get stuck inside some room with a bunch of Soc's..." Ponyboy said under his breath in relief. "Oh you hate them trash too?" Zell asked with a sly smile. "Who doesn't these days?" Ricky asked shrugging and going over to his bed and collapsed on it. "You have a brother here?" Aaron asked Ponyboy motioning his head toward the door.
"Yeah, my brother Sodapop. I have an older brother named Darry. He's 20." Ponyboy said to them. "Why are you here?" Ricky asked from his bed. "Oh, my parents they just....." Ponyboy didn't want to finish the sentence. Zell took the hint as did the rest of them. "Aw, that's too bad man, I don't quite know what it's like to lose parents...I kinda do...but yet I don't." Zell said.
"What do ya mean?" Ponyboy asked confused. "See, my family.....ugh...I'm going to be sick for weeks after sayin' this...but my whole family was nothin' but Soc's. I was like em, at one time...but when I turned 10...I began to change...not for the better...as they would put it....I changed for the better of me. I was turnin' into a greaser...there was no doubt about it. My folks couldn't tolerate it after age 12, so they gave me up to this place, made up some crackpot story and left." Zell said with a sneer. "If only I could see em now...My big perfect sister Cherry always being the favorite..." Zell said making a face at the word, Perfect.
"Aw, man that sucks." Ponyboy said shaking his head at how so many people could just be so selfish and stupid, out spending their money when they could be paying attention to their kids. Ponyboy thought of Dally. He had a rough life at home. His father didn't give a hang about nothin'. If Dally died his attitude would be, "Well, so it goes." So not all Greasers parents are perfect....Especially Johnny's parents...
Poor Johnny....his parents always fighting and his father always beating him...nothing seemed right anymore. Whether you're a greaser or a soc...things are rough all over. Yes movie quote "So how come you guys ain't got foster homes yet?" Ponyboy asked them. "Oh well, we're the ones who just decide to stay here, we don't wanna have to deal with the pressure of new families and adjusting to their rules...it's just to frustrating for us. The one's behind now...are really limited...At once there was like 20 kids in one room....that's what explains all the bunks in this room." Aaron explained.
"So what's up with this Katherine lady?" Ponyboy asked. "Oh well, she's strict...she aint mean or nothin' but she's hard on us..." Ricky said. "I want to go home..." Ponyboy muttered. "Shoot man, all of us wish we could go to our real homes and be with our real families...but hey, this is reality." Ricky said sighing. "Well, my brother is workin' on getting custody of me and Soda. So it's only a matter of time that I might be able to just get outta here and go home..." Ponyboy said. But then another thought stuck him. He was guaranteed to be moved to a foster home.
"How long does it generally take for foster home pickin?" Ponyboy asked. "Eh, it varys...but we usually would like to say...maybe 'bout 3 days or so...." Aaron said. "Oh...so I ain't got lots of time here..." Ponyboy said. "Hey man, don't get ahead...me don't know for sure....it could be sooner...or it could be later..." Ricky said trying to keep Ponyboy from jumping to conclusions.
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Soda only hoped that they did the foster home thing soon, anything was better then being trapped in a room with a soc. Especially a soc that wouldn't shut up. "Hey Soda..." He said again. That must of been the 30th time he was saying, "Hey Soda." Just to piss him off. "Listen here and listen good. I'm two seconds from ripping your head off so just leave me alone!" Soda yelled at him and turned away to try and ignore him again.
"Hey Soda." He said again. Soda turned around but was met by a knife pointed at him in A.J's hand.
---That's all I really can post for right now...I hope you guys will like the new chapter.
-Alex.
Oh yeah, since I don't want to keep editing my chapter 1 any more, here's my disclaimer,
I don't own The Outsiders. S.E Hinton does...but I do however, own the other characters that you don't see in the book or movie.
Chapter 2.
On the ride to the boys home Ponyboy just stared out the window at the streets passing by. It felt as if his life was passing by. Soda remained quiet and still had a few tears here and there. Ponyboy just had to refrain from talking to him. The car was not the perfect place to vent. Plus, he didn't want to create and controversy or anything. Although it killed him because right now was a time where he wanted to voice his feelings.
He kind of wished Johnny was there. He was the only one he could talk to without getting, "What are you on Ponyboy?" Unless it was Soda, he felt he could be completely open with him...but now wasn't the time. The car ride was nothing but silence despite Katherine's weak attempts to get them to talk. They just wouldn't give in. So she eventually gave up. "Here we are boys, your new temporary home." She said getting out the passenger door. James had been driving. Daniel was back with Darry trying to set up the hearing.
Ponyboy opened his door and saw a building he may of passed but just never took notice. He did pity the kids in homes but never wanted to feel like to become one. He could tell Soda was just as, anti-boy home as he was. Ponyboy and Soda stuck toward the car while Katherine made her way to the door. "Come on!" She called to them. They wouldn't move. So James came over and led them away from the car.
Once they were inside they were led down a hall. It was real damp and drafty in the building. Ponyboy looked over to the walls to see stuff like, scratch marks on the walls and initials carved in the walls. Something told him inside that this wasn't the place he'd ever choose to live. No matter what kind of situation he was in. They were led to some kind of banged up double doors that creaked as they opened.
They were soon inside a hall with a bunch of different doors. They came down the hallway. They seemed to have age numbers stuck to the doors. Katherine stopped at the 13-15 door and took a key out. She unlocked the door and led him inside. Inside the room were 3 boys there were a bunch of bunk beds surrounding them. "Aaron, Zell, Ricky.....this is Ponyboy Curtis. He will be staying in here until we can find him a foster home. if you do anything...you know what will happen." When Katherine said this Ponyboy got a different feel of her. She wasn't the kind woman who was sitting in their living room 20 minutes ago. Now she was acting like a wench.
"Is that a threat?" Ponyboy asked her. "No, not at all....let's go Sodapop." She said leaving quickly. Once she closed the door and locked it she continued down the hall with Soda. "Um, why exactly are we being locked in these rooms?" Soda asked. "Yes well, in the past we've had little run aways...which I personally can not stand. So this is just a precaution." She explained opening the 16-17 door. Inside were 2 boys. "A.J, Justin, this is Sodapop and he's staying here until we find him a foster home. So be nice." She said the last part darkly. Then she left the room and locked the door.
"Sodapop Curtis..." The boy A.J said. He was without doubt a Soc. But the boy Justin reminded him a bit of Johnny. He had long greasy hair that hung in his eyes. He had bruises all over him, most likely from this soc. "Aint you that one greaser who had that friend who my friend Bob beat up?" When Soda didn't respond to this A.J laughed softly. "Shoulda known. You Greasers are all the same, with your long greasy hair....You're disgusting." He said spitting at him.
"Oh and you suppose the stupid Soc's are any better huh? Well let me give you a little information here, Soc's are the spoiled rich kids who get whatever they want. Oh yeah but underneath it all, You're nothing. All you are is a kid who gets ignored and spoiled since your stupid ass parents are too rich to pay attention to you. Sp you take it out on us who actually can have a family and don't get ignored. Sure we aint as rich as you, but money don't buy everything." Soda shot at him spitting back.
A.J looked shocked for a minute but then it turned into anger. "What would some Greaser trash know about us? We're too good for you. You have to come up with some stupid excuse to make yourself feel better-" A.J was cut off by Soda again. "Oh to make myself feel better huh? Well then, why the hell do you have to drive around in your mustangs and remind us how low we are. If you got it made, then why don't you live a life if you even have one?" Soda said walking toward a vacant bunk and turning toward the window.
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Ponyboy looked at the three guys staring back at him. One of them was wearing a backwards hat and chewing gum. He had blonde hair spiked up with grease sticking out of it and hanging in his eyes. His green eyes just glowed in the sunlight that was pouring through the window. "Sup? I'm Zell." The boy said. Another boy who had tan skin and really deep borwn eyes said, "Hey, I'm Aaron." The last boy had brown hair and brown eyes too but he was medium height. Aaron was the tallest at 5'6. " I'm Ricky." The kid said.
"Well, atleast I didn't get stuck inside some room with a bunch of Soc's..." Ponyboy said under his breath in relief. "Oh you hate them trash too?" Zell asked with a sly smile. "Who doesn't these days?" Ricky asked shrugging and going over to his bed and collapsed on it. "You have a brother here?" Aaron asked Ponyboy motioning his head toward the door.
"Yeah, my brother Sodapop. I have an older brother named Darry. He's 20." Ponyboy said to them. "Why are you here?" Ricky asked from his bed. "Oh, my parents they just....." Ponyboy didn't want to finish the sentence. Zell took the hint as did the rest of them. "Aw, that's too bad man, I don't quite know what it's like to lose parents...I kinda do...but yet I don't." Zell said.
"What do ya mean?" Ponyboy asked confused. "See, my family.....ugh...I'm going to be sick for weeks after sayin' this...but my whole family was nothin' but Soc's. I was like em, at one time...but when I turned 10...I began to change...not for the better...as they would put it....I changed for the better of me. I was turnin' into a greaser...there was no doubt about it. My folks couldn't tolerate it after age 12, so they gave me up to this place, made up some crackpot story and left." Zell said with a sneer. "If only I could see em now...My big perfect sister Cherry always being the favorite..." Zell said making a face at the word, Perfect.
"Aw, man that sucks." Ponyboy said shaking his head at how so many people could just be so selfish and stupid, out spending their money when they could be paying attention to their kids. Ponyboy thought of Dally. He had a rough life at home. His father didn't give a hang about nothin'. If Dally died his attitude would be, "Well, so it goes." So not all Greasers parents are perfect....Especially Johnny's parents...
Poor Johnny....his parents always fighting and his father always beating him...nothing seemed right anymore. Whether you're a greaser or a soc...things are rough all over. Yes movie quote "So how come you guys ain't got foster homes yet?" Ponyboy asked them. "Oh well, we're the ones who just decide to stay here, we don't wanna have to deal with the pressure of new families and adjusting to their rules...it's just to frustrating for us. The one's behind now...are really limited...At once there was like 20 kids in one room....that's what explains all the bunks in this room." Aaron explained.
"So what's up with this Katherine lady?" Ponyboy asked. "Oh well, she's strict...she aint mean or nothin' but she's hard on us..." Ricky said. "I want to go home..." Ponyboy muttered. "Shoot man, all of us wish we could go to our real homes and be with our real families...but hey, this is reality." Ricky said sighing. "Well, my brother is workin' on getting custody of me and Soda. So it's only a matter of time that I might be able to just get outta here and go home..." Ponyboy said. But then another thought stuck him. He was guaranteed to be moved to a foster home.
"How long does it generally take for foster home pickin?" Ponyboy asked. "Eh, it varys...but we usually would like to say...maybe 'bout 3 days or so...." Aaron said. "Oh...so I ain't got lots of time here..." Ponyboy said. "Hey man, don't get ahead...me don't know for sure....it could be sooner...or it could be later..." Ricky said trying to keep Ponyboy from jumping to conclusions.
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Soda only hoped that they did the foster home thing soon, anything was better then being trapped in a room with a soc. Especially a soc that wouldn't shut up. "Hey Soda..." He said again. That must of been the 30th time he was saying, "Hey Soda." Just to piss him off. "Listen here and listen good. I'm two seconds from ripping your head off so just leave me alone!" Soda yelled at him and turned away to try and ignore him again.
"Hey Soda." He said again. Soda turned around but was met by a knife pointed at him in A.J's hand.
---That's all I really can post for right now...I hope you guys will like the new chapter.
-Alex.