Hi there. Lookie! I'm updating! Aren't ya proud? Ok, so yeah…

Disc: I don't own the outsiders. Or do I:dun dun dah:

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The rest of Monday was pretty much the same. Teachers yelled at me, I attempted to do work, I said 'hi' to friends. Unusually, I didn't see Ponyboy at all for the rest of the day. Not even in last period, which we have together.

"Ms. McMillan?" Mrs. Granger, the history teacher, asked me. What is it with people in this school and calling everyone 'Ms. or Mr.?'

"Hmm?" I raised my head lazily from the history homework. Not like I was doing it, but I had to make it seem like I was, right?

"Where is Mr. Curtis?" She looked down her roll or whatever it's called.

"Dunno." I closed my book and continued. "Why do ya always call us Ms.? Or Mr.?" I could tell I was about to get into an argument. My blood was boiling for no apparent reason, and I was starting to get annoyed.

"Because it makes the students at our school seem like young ladies and gentleman." Mrs. Granger said, surprised. I nodded and stood up.

"Yeah, but do I LOOK like a young woman to you?" I said, referring to my ripped jeans I had thrown on and Janie's old shirt. Mrs. Granger just looked at me funny and returned to her papers. No, I want to argue. Why do people always ruin our fun right when it's starting?

"Fine. Walk away." I mumbled under my breath. I guess I really shouldn't be starting anything, and I'm not really bothered by the whole Ms. McMillan thing, but you know. I'm just in a bad mood. Mrs. Granger twirled around to talk to Stacey, the basic teacher's pet and I fiddled with my pen.

"Uh, hi." Someone said behind me. I spun around and saw Lena, the girl I met in the hallway.

"Hey. How ya doin'?" How did I never know that she was in this class? Now that I think about it, I have noticed her before. She's just so quiet. We talked a bit until Mrs. Granger told her to go back to her seat. Before she left, we had already decided that she would call me after school.

BUZZ BUZZ

"Mrs. Granger?" Mrs. Monroe's voice blared over the intercom.

"Yes?" Mrs. Granger answered the box.

"Can you send Samantha McMillan down to the office? They're here to pick her up."

"Yes. Thank you." -Click- "Sam? You better go." Wow, look. She called me Sam. I actually smiled and waved good-bye to Lena.

At the office, Melissa was waiting for me. She was wearing her nightgown and slippers. She looked around me quickly then spoke.

"I wanted to pick you up now, that way no one would see me pick you up later." She grabbed my hand and led me out the door. I just followed her, counting our steps. That's a weird thing I do.

"Where is Pony?" I asked her. Maybe she knows.

"I dunno." Melissa said. She opened the car door and I followed suit. "Sam? What do you know about Sandy?" She asked me quickly.

"Huh? Oh, a bit." I answered truthfully. "Uhh, Melissa? Drive!" I said this because I saw the one and only Trinny walking up to the school. Or, falling up to the school I could say. She looked more drunk then usual.

"Why? Tell me about Sandy." Melissa demanded, putting the car into neutral. I pointed hurriedly to the figure that was Trinny who was passing our car. I slid down into my seat, hoping she wouldn't see me.

"Oh." Was all Melissa said. She pulled out of the parking lot and passed Trinny.

"Thanks. Ok, well… Sandy… I've met her on a few occasions." I stalled. I'm not sure why I don't feel like telling Melissa about Sandy, I just don't particularly think it would be a good idea.

"Aaand?" Melissa stared at me.

"Well, she's blond." I tried.

"Duh. I've seen her, Sam."

"Oh." I nervously laughed. "Well, I saw her today, with Mr. Shoe." Melissa just nodded and signaled me to continue. "They claimed to be having a 'meeting'." I put air quotes around meeting.

"Mmhmm." Melissa didn't look at me, but focused on the road.

"And I think she's with my brother." I concluded. This caught Melissa's attention.

"She's not with Soda? Are you sure?" Ahh. The real reason for Melissa's depression lately has finally come out.

"Yeah, he hates her guts." It was then that I realized we weren't going home. "Where are we goin'?"

"Somewhere." Melissa said. She turned the car sharply and I had to hold on to my seatbelt so I wouldn't fly into her. Right as we turned the corner, Darry's truck came hurtling from the other side. For a split second before, I knew what was gonna happen.

"MELISSA! TURN!" I screamed as I saw Darry's scared face in his car as it came toward us.

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I woke up, rubbing my eyes in a soft bed. I sat up and looked around, but I saw nothing. It was pitch dark. Where am I? I heard an intercom blare somewhere and I reasoned that I was at school. But why?

"Hey, baby. Good morning." Ponyboy's soft voice said next to me. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his hand on my wrist. I felt someone touch the back of my head and I could see again. A black bandana fell off my eyes and I saw Pony and Soda sitting next to me. The room I was in was all white, and I figured that I wasn't in school. Why would I be lying in a bed at school? I tried to lift my right arm, but couldn't. It was real heavy, and when I looked at it, it was covered in a white cast.

"Holy shit!" I hollered. "What the hell happened?"

"Don't you remember anything?" Soda asked me. Suddenly, visions of Darry and his car and Melissa swam hazily to my mind.

"Shit." I said, starting to cry. "But what happened exactly?"

Pony and Soda exchanged glances and I realized that Soda was crying. "You guys were goin' so fast. And Darry couldn't stop." Oh my god.

"Is Darry ok?" I whispered. If he was dead, I don't know how I could handle it. I would have to go through life knowing that it was my fault that someone was dead, or at least that I was involved.

"We're pretty sure. His skull is fractured. You guys rolled into a ditch." Pony said, because Soda was too overcome with tears. So why was Soda crying so hard? A lump formed in my chest when I thought, Melissa.

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