'Ello, welcome to chapter 6. I want to thank all my lovely reviewers, once again, I feel special when people review. Also thanks to a couple of people who put me on their favorite stories list. So, yea…

Disc: Unfortunately, I don't own the outsiders.. No matter how much I pretend to….

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The next morning, I woke up feeling sick. I can always tell if I'm gonna have a good day, or a bad day, and I knew, that this was gonna be a bad day.

"Damn door." I murmured as I slammed my head into it. In the mornings, I'm not very coordinated. I padded across the hall in my socks and pajamas and used the bathroom. When I finished, I sat up and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Does Pony like me? If he does, why? I poked at a zit forming above my left eyebrow. My hair was tangled and collected over my shoulder in a heap.

"Ow!" I was trying to work the tangles through my hair with my brush. Janie, thinking I was hurt, trotted in.

"Sam? You ok?" She fingered her blue blouse and looked at me curiously. Since I came home yesterday, and I wouldn't tell Janie or Melissa what was wrong, they were watching me real close.

"Just brushing my hair." I stabbed the bristles into a fresh section of my hair. "I'm fine."

"Allrighty then. Soda'll be by in about 30 minut's time kay?"

Janie left the bathroom and left me to finish taming my hair. Why can't I have normal hair? Well, I did the best I could. I slowly gazed at what the mirror showed me. A small girl, with absolutely no shape and no nails. Boy, I'm ugly. I wish I looked like a movie star. Like Soda. At that moment, Melissa strode in to grab a ribbon for her neck and hair.

"Hmm, should I wear yellow today? Or purple?" She murmured to herself. I almost answered until it occurred to me that she didn't know I was there. I pushed myself onto the counter and watched Melissa apply some makeup and tie a yellow ribbon around her neck.

"Oh!" She jumped and smeared a black stain across her cheek with the mascara she was holding. "I didn't see you there, Sam!" Melissa grabbed a towel and gently sponged off her cheek.

"Sorry."

"How ya feeling?" She sat beside me and picked up the abandoned brush and skimmed it through my hair.

"Sick." I moaned and grabbed my stomach for dramatic effect. I knew she wouldn't believe me, but it was worth a shot anyway.

"No you're not. Don't worry; you'll have Pony with you today." She patted my hand and walked out, leaving me alone on the toilet.

I got dressed and ate a slow breakfast, or at least, I tried to. Every bite of waffle seemed to weigh down my tongue. Melissa and Janie had waffles for breakfast everyday. They have a whole freezer full. They left about 10 minutes ago. I glanced at the clock. 7:38. Ok, they left 5 minutes ago, but it seemed like 10. Soda was coming at 7:45 to get me. I wonder why he didn't pick up Melissa and Janie too… A while later, I heard a horn honk loudly outside. Soda's here.

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Bunker Hill High school was huge. Windows covered every floor of the building, and I saw a glimpse of a pool in the back. I sat in front of the school with Ponyboy, counting the floors. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5 floors. Geez.

"Sam? You gotta get your schedule." Pony stood up. "I've already got mine." I nodded and let him pull me up.

"Listen, you're gonna be all right. Don't worry." He put his hand on mine and led me into the school. Once I got in, I didn't feel so bad.

"Holy sh-crap." I didn't think I should cuss so much at school. The inside was real nice; plants and pictures everywhere. Pony chuckled and took me to the principles office. There I met my principal, or should I say my worst nightmare.

"Hello there, little girl. How are you today?" The man said annoyingly. His name was Mr. Shoe. Mr. Jim Shoe. I stifled a laugh as he told me his name. Jim Shoe!

"I'm very fine. And how are you today Mr. Shoe?" I answered in the same high pitched tone. He had the air of someone who really didn't want to be there.

"What a polite little girl. And how are you today Mr. Curtis?" He patted Pony's shoulder and asked him.

"I'm ok." Pony mumbled.

"Oh Mr. Curtis! We need to work on your manners! When you're with a lady, you are-?" Obviously, he expected Pony to finish.

"NPF, neat polite and funny, Mr. Shoe." Pony turned red.

"Yes, siree. Now Mr. Curtis, kindly take Ms. McMillan to her first class, seeing as she shares it with you." He waved goodbye and winked at me.

"I'm so sorry. Our principal is a real weirdo. So you have Algebra first? Good, me too." Pony brought me down a bunch of halls and through some doors until we reached a room with a label that said Algebra 1.

Ponyboy pushed open the door cautiously and said, "Late: Bringing the new girl to her classroom. Orders by Mr. Shoe."

"Enter." An elderly man's voice said. I followed Pony in and looked around. Oh, crap. Every other person in here was a Soc. What the hell is going on? I finally realized why everyone looked nicer then me, they were all Socs. Great.

"But, who are you?" The math teacher had on a black suit and his hair was white and neatly combed back. The little wooden block on his desk said that his name was Mr. Hackle.

"Oh, excuse me, I'm Samantha McMillan. I moved in not to long ago."

"What? Excuse me? I didn't quite hear what you said." Mr. Hackle stood up and walked toward me.

"Oh no." Pony whispered under his breath.

"Um, I'm Sam McMillan. I moved in-." But I was interrupted by Mr. Hackle.

"Are you now? MR. CURTIS!"

"Yessir?" Pony asked timidly.

"Kindly explain to Ms. McMillan what we do around here." He sat back down at his desk. "Then," he added to me. "I want to see you after class."

Ponyboy gave me a hurried explanation of Mr. Hackle's class. He was an old war general, and you had to state everything to him as if he still was. What a weird old guy.

Math was pretty easy, but all the Socs kept giving me dirty looks. It went like this for every class I was in. Pony was only in my History and Math class. History was last period. I met up with Pony like we planned and strode in. I endured the lectures and all the stares until the end of class.

"Boy Pony, is this an all Soc school?" I asked him once we left and were walking outside of the building. I noticed that a lot of girls were eyeing Pony and throwing me evil looks.

"Yeah, pretty much. I've been here alone for a while, and it's not very fun when you're alone." He walked me to Janie and Melissa's apartment and we just stood there, him holding my knapsack and books.

"Well, bye." I took my bag and books from him and smiled.

"Yeah, bye." We stood there awkwardly together for a minute or so. I knew what should happen now, but it wasn't working. I realized I had to make the first move, Pony was too shy. I grabbed his hands and held them in mine. Then I laughed and said, "Screw this." I took my hands away from his and wrapped them around his waist. I felt his around mine and I moved in. We stood there for about 5 minutes, until we saw a flash of light from the door.

"That's gonna be a keeper!" Melissa was holding a small camera and smiling broadly.

"Melissa! You can't do that!" I laughed and playfully smacked her in the arm. Pony looked thoroughly embarrassed and just grinned.

"Aw, Melissa…" He said, his ears turning crimson. "I gotta go anyway. See ya tomorrow." And he marched away toward his house.

"You butt!" I yelled at Melissa when we got inside. "We were having a moment!"

She laughed and said, "You were there forever! I had to get you guys apart somehow."

"Where's Janie?" I asked.

"Oh, with some guy. I'm not sure who. I stopped by the DX today to see Soda." She grinned maliciously and finished with, "We're going out on Saturday."

"Have fun." I was too happy to really take in what she was saying. So my day was crap, but it had a good ending.

"So tell me Sam, how was your day?" Melissa asked while munching down on a bowl of ice cream. I told her everything that happened.

"I had Mr. Hackle for Math when I was a sophomore. Good luck. And watch out for Mr. Shoe. He tried to get with Janie, and she never reported him." Melissa looked at me sternly. "Don't get on his bad side. Seriously." I just shook my head and replayed my kiss. Nothing Melissa said was registering in my brain. I just couldn't wait to see Pony again the next day.

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