Gosh, sorry it took me so long to update, I've been busy. So anyway, many thanks to my reviewers! I feel special! Ok then, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't (unfortunately) own the outsiders. But (mwahahah!) I own the McMillans, Janie, Melissa. Neat! I own people…
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I spent the night with Janie and Melissa. Not like my family cared anyway.
"When do you wanna go get your stuff?" Melissa asked me. "You have to go to school tomorrow."
Shit, school. I almost forgot. At least Ponyboy goes to my school, so I won't be a complete loner. Maybe I'll meet somebody new.
"I'll go by today. I talked to Pony last night, and he said that Soda and Mac were gonna go out today. I might as well go when Mac's not home." I sat up in the guest room bed. Their apartment was almost 4 times as big as my house. So they had an extra guest room I could have for now.
"All right. Well, me and Janie gotta go to the library today to study for a test we have tomorrow. Kay? We're gonna leave in about an hour." Melissa left the room and headed toward the kitchen. Moments later, a waft of bacon and eggs reached my nose. My stomach ached with hunger. I haven't eaten in over a day! Throwing the covers off me, I started to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. Ok, never mind. I don't have a brush with me.
"Mel? You gotta brush I can use?" I hollered over my shoulder to the direction that I thought the kitchen was in.
"Yeah! Check the bottom drawer under the second sink!"
I bent over and pulled open the drawer. Damn! The drawer was filled with hundreds of hair ties, ribbons, brushes and hairsprays. Geez, I wonder what's in the other drawers. Out of curiosity, I yanked open the remaining 5 drawers and found that they were all filled to the brim with cosmetics, hair accessories and jewelry. My god. Are they rich?
"Sam? Breakfast is ready!" Someone tapped on the closed bathroom door.
"Oh, uh, all right! I'll be out in a minute." I hastily shut all the drawers and pushed a sparkly pink brush through my hair.
"How do ya like yer eggs done, Sam?" Janie asked me the moment I walked in the kitchen.
"Ooh, scrambled with a bit of cheese, please." I answered while sitting down at the square table.
"That rhymed!" Melissa seemed positively overjoyed at this statement.
"Here ya go. Enjoy." Janie set a steaming plate of eggs and a few strips of bacon in front of me. When I was halfway done, Melissa and Janie hurried past me, both looking very nice. Melissa was wearing a pretty pink shirt with a jean skirt and as usual, matching ribbons, hair ties and earrings. Janie put on a flowered dress and heels. Both were swinging schoolbags from their arms.
"We've gotta go now, Sam. We'll be home later, all right?" Melissa pulled out a wallet from her bag and handed me a dime. "You can buy a candy or something if you like." It was then that I came to the conclusion that either Melissa or Janie was filthy rich. That's pretty weird, seeing as they're Greasers. Then again, they don't really dress like Greasers. Or act like Greasers. Boy, maybe they're not Greasers or Socs. That's pretty tuff, being able to look decent and to have nice things. I wish I had that.
"See ya later." I murmured to them as they strode out the door. Well, I guess I better go get my stuff now. It's about 9... Wonder if Mac's gone yet... Probably not. I spent the morning exploring the apartment. There were 4 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms and a nice sized kitchen and living room. Every room was chock-filled with nice furniture and matching décor.
Melissa sure likes matching things. Her room was all matching, all polka dotted. It's cute. I pushed open the door to her bathroom and found a room of red. Everything was red in her bathroom. How does she have the time to decorate the house like this? Janie was a little plainer. Her room was crisp and white. Most of the furniture was made of dark, polished wood. Her bed covers were white, along with her dresser and her carpet. How did she keep it so clean and tidy? I can barely keep my room clean for more then a couple hours. I decided then to get my stuff.
An ominous feeling swam over me as I opened my front door.
"Hello?" In my imagination, my voice echoed around the teeny house. No one answered, so I figured Mac was out, and Trinny was drinking somewhere. I walked into the kitchen, and was immediately surprised. It was a mess. Food and crap littered the floor and my cupboard had the door hanging by a hinge. My first thought was a break-in; but who would break in to our shit filled house? I stepped cautiously over my blanket that had been thrown over a puddle of spilled milk. I realized that all the stuff all over the floor were my stuff! All my candles were broken, the wicks torn out and the bases cracked in fourths. Bob laid over in the corner, one of his eyes ripped out and stuffing emitting from his left arm. I cradled him in my arm and dropped him in a garbage bag I had brought to carry my stuff in. I silently picked my way through all my stuff, picking up what I wanted and dropping it in my bag. Most of it was broken. Inside my cupboard, there was my journal, ripped in half. Torn papers cluttered the single shelf and I picked them up and read them carefully. One of the ripped pages dating back from 5/29/63 read this:
tes 5/29/63
lieve it! Danny Fisher said he thought I was pretty! Wow I
n't wait until Connie hears about that! And she thought
e liked her! I wonder what she'll do to me? Oh, no... I can
sk Ayla, she'll know what to do... And then I can tell Dad abou
The corner was ripped off and so was the bottom half of the paper. Tears filled my eyes as I read it. My life had been so simple then; my only worries were about Connie and Danny and all those people. That was before Trinny started drinking. She was still not my mom, but she wasn't a drunk. I sat in front of my cupboard, slamming the door into my knee. Feeling the pain, enjoying the pain. Here I sit, the pained little 15 year old girl, who's only comfort is coming from the hurt in her knee. How did I become like this? Just a few hours ago, I was with people who actually seemed to like me, and now I just felt numb. Like since my dad died, I don't matter anymore. I was surprised at how much damage that one paragraph from my journal caused me. Why does it affect me like this? Instead of reading the rest of the torn pages, I stuffed them all in the bag and slipped out the door. On my way out, I glanced at the Curtis house. Pony was sitting in his bedroom window, he saw me and waved. My arms felt like lead, so all I did was produce a forced smile and walk away. I knew he was probably confused. Wondering why I was walking away from my house with a full garbage bag; but I didn't care. I didn't really explain to him why I was at Janie's apartment yesterday when I called.
I kicked a rock along the sidewalk to entertain myself on the walk back. I challenged myself to kick the rock 20 times without losing it. I only lasted to 11 before I heard someone coming behind me.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Pony had apparently come out when I turned around.
"I'm moving in with Janie and Melissa." Was my dull answer. Right now, I don't feel like talking to anyone, except maybe Dad. But I can't do that now can I?
"Oh." He seemed disappointed.
"Yeah. Well, you don't wanna walk all the way back to Janie's with me, do ya?" I was hoping he'd say no. Why did I ask then?
"'Course I do! They have the fanciest apartment ever. Janie's dad owns a bunch of companies and Melissa's parents own a couple of hotels." He looked curiously down at my bag and asked, "What's with all the paper?"
I frowned and answered, "Nothing. Pony, I just remembered, Janie told me that I had to stay in today! I'm sorry but ya can't come over. Bye." I attempted an upset expression and hugged him lightly.
"Oh, ok. See ya."
He turned and walked slowly back to his house. What's wrong with me? All I did was go to my house to get my stuff, and now I'm all depressed. All I did was read that stupid note. What was in it that tormented me so much? Nevertheless, I have to forget about it and become my old self again. What's some paper to a happy life living in an apartment with nice people? I repeatedly told myself this, and eventually I believed it. Now, I just have to get through school tomorrow. That night in bed, I knew, no matter what I told myself, that I hadn't forgotten about that entry in my journal, and I probably never will. I don't think I'll ever even understand what it means to me.
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Yeah. Ok. So uhh this was a really confusing chapter, but it makes sense eventually. Next chapter will be up next weekend, hopefully. It depends what I'm doing.