Disc: Hola, back with an update. Unfortunately, there will be some time between the updates. Oh yeah, I don't own the outsiders tear. I only own Sam, Trinny, Mac and Melissa.

Waking up was real hard for me this morning. God, I'm sore. Try sleeping on linoleum all night and you'll know what I mean. It's also not the best feeling to be woken up by a heavy brother sitting on your stomach yelling "SAM! GET OFF YOUR ASS!" A great start to a great day. I pulled out a box of Lucky Charms that I hid behind my candles in my cupboard (Mac won't be stealing me lucky charms this time!) I absolutely LOVE Lucky Charms. Hey, I'm a kid at heart. Anyway, after eating my well-balanced breakfast, I had the wonderful assignment of waking Trinny up. Great. She was lying on her worn down mattress with her back to the wall. The mattress had ugly little flowers on it, and it didn't have any sheets. Like Trinny would take the time to use something as ridiculous as sheets. Or pillows. All of her stuff was just kinda strewn across the floor in a haphazardly manner. Maybe when she wakes up, she'll trip over it all. Hah, I wish. I carefully poked my way across all of her junk and made my way to her 'bed'. God, she sure snores loud. I picked up a shoe off her floor and smacked her in the back with it, then quickly dropped it so she would think I just had a very firm hand.

"No! Not the cat!" She screamed as she turned over and promptly fell asleep again. Once again, I'm Sam, daughter of the world's most hung-over mother. How can I wake her up? I hit her with a hiking boot! I pondered this while Mac came into the room.

"Hey butt-face! What are you doin'? I thought I asked you to wake up mom!"

He hollered while holding two bottles of beer in each hand. One for him, one for Trinny. I glanced at the label, or what seemed to be the label. Mac had sloppily glued a piece of paper across the bottle and marked it Coors. He did this every once in a while when we didn't have any Coors in the house, because that's all Trinny would drink. I stole a look at Trinny's clock. 6:32 a.m. No wonder it was dark. I wonder if Pony is awake. Yeah right. Who wakes up at 6:30? Me. I am a very early riser. In my opinion, sleep is a waste of the day; I could be doing so many other things when I'm sleeping. Trinny, on the other hand, loved sleep. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm a waste of the day. But then again, Trinny could sleep with her face smashed into cement. I watched Mac hit Trinny in the head with one of the bottles and mutter something to her. Why is he up this early anyway? Oh yeah, Soda invited him to go to the movies or something today, and I'm pretty sure he's gonna spend the day trying to find a date. Probably won't be that hard for him either, back home, he had girls crawling over him like eels. Dad used to say that Mac would be one of those guys who got married 8 times, then divorced because he couldn't stay with one girl for more then a week. Once Mac got Trinny up, he said quietly to me, "I'm gonna be gone all day today, kay? You don't need to know where I'm going, so don't ask me." He then returned to his room and slammed the door. It's not like I don't know where he's going. During the rare silent moments me and Pony had, I listened to Soda and Mac. They were talking about some guy named Steve and some girls called Melissa and Janie. I realized I was alone with Trinny, and who wants to be alone with her? So I stumbled over a pile of laundry and headed out the door.

"Shit." I murmured as I checked and rechecked Trinny's purse that was hanging on the door handle, looking for cigarettes. Not like she ever smoked, she was too busy drinking. Mac smoked, not as much as me though. I guess I'll just head down to some kind of drugstore today to buy some. Maybe Pony could show me one. I wonder if he smokes... I'd feel real dumb if he didn't. But, it seems like everyone in this town smoked. I've been here for less then a day and already everyone I've seen smokes. I walked slowly back to my kitchen and glanced at the clock, 7:18. I wonder what time Pony wakes up. When should I go over? Er, wait, should I go over? Maybe I should wait until he calls. If he calls. Well, if I don't hear from him, I'll go over at 11:00. Mostly everyone's up by then right?

The rest of the morning passed very slowly. I had to entertain myself by grabbing a bag of uncooked macaroni and making little pictures with them. Yeah, I'm amused easily. I can find fun out of just about anything. Once, I spent 2 hours watching my ceiling, because I could make pictures in it if I tried. So I played with macaroni for 3 hours or so until Trinny stumbled in and yelled at me for not letting the dog out, and we don't have a dog. The last hour or so I wandered around my house and watched Trinny chug a couple dozen beers. It's actually pretty amazing to watch her drink. It sounds weird, but it's true. If you really pay attention to her, you start wondering how she can fit all of the beer in the can into her mouth, then swallow it all in one gulp. She eventually hurls, and that's also pretty funny. So anyway, when 11 o' clock rolled around I finally walked out my door. I'm feeling pretty nervous. What if he thinks I'm weird for coming the day after? Is that weird? I felt like I was gonna melt into a pile of Sam soup by the time I reached his house. Obviously, it didn't take me more then a few seconds, seeing as he lived next door, but it seemed like ages. I knocked on the door and Sodapop answered.

"Uh, hi. Is Ponyboy here?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"Yep. Come on in." He replied cheerfully. I followed him through a living room that was cramped, but cozy. Soda led me to a bedroom that Pony was in, lying with his shirt off on the bed. He was reading a book, Gone with the wind. I noticed that he had tears in his eyes. He looks pretty good without grease in his hair.

"Hey Pony." Ponyboy jumped slightly and laid the book down. As he did this, I saw him hastily wipe the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Sam, hi. Geez, I wish I'da known you were comin', then I could've looked a bit more decent." He blushed and ran a hand through his hair.

"There's nothing wrong with the way you look." I replied. He really did look good. Pony stood up and picked up a shirt from a nearby pile. Darn. I was hoping he'd leave it off. I almost smacked myself in the head for thinking that. I don't even know him. Well, I know him enough to say he looks pretty damn good without a shirt on. He hopped up from the floor and smiled.

"So, what's up?" He asked me.

"Oh nothing much. Just wondering if you wanted to show me someplace where I can buy cigarettes. I'm practically dying without them." I watched his expression anxiously to see if he looked revolted. Phew. He smiled and said,

"Well if you're about to die, have some of mine." He tossed me a pack and I laughed gratefully.

"Thanks. Where can a girl buy some around here?"

Pony led me out of his room and toward his brother, the one I didn't meet. He was one big fellow. Pretty good-looking too. What did he say his name was? Darry? I hope so.

Sorry I had to stop here.. I don't have time to write anymore right now, but I wanted to update today. Anyways, review!