Home Sweet Home

Well I am just out of school

I am real real cool

I got the jump got the jive

Got the message I'm alive

I'm a wild I'm Wild One!

Ohhh yeah I'm a Wild One!

"Get out of here! You get the hell out and never come back!" roared my mother as she threw a beer bottle my way. I ducked and dodged it, even though she missed pretty bad since she was so drunk. It hit the wall about a meter away from me. Quickly I grabbed my leather jacket and I ran out the door.

"Fine!" I managed to shout before she decided to throw another bottle my way. I shut the door and cringed at the sound of the bottle smashing against the door. I rolled my eyes and jumped off my porch and started walking down the street. I looked around at the fairly decent houses that were in a row with mine. I couldn't believe that I lived in such a middle-class place. I honestly thought –with my parents drinking and all- we'd be stuck in them low-class places in the North end of town. Not that I cared. I had family up there that took care of me more than my own family. Sadly- my parents didn't let me see them as much which really pissed me off.

Finally I was free and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to go back home. My old lady would probably throw another bottle at me and my old man would bop me in the nose. My brother Derek was probably out getting high with someone, or getting it on with some girl.

I dug into my leather jacket and pulled out a weed, put it into my mouth and lit it with my lighter. Hopefully was going to be welcome with Keith. Ha, I called him Keith. I should say Two-bit. No one has ever called him Keith…in years, his old lady and even his teachers call him Two-bit now. It's as if no one knows his real name.

Staring down at my black converse I sighed. I had a lot of walking to do if I was going to make it to the North end of town by the end of the night. And hopefully, I don't get jumped by no damn Socs.

Dawn was breaking into the sky. I felt extremely tired and I only had one weed left. I had smoked three that night and I left my new pack back in my room. I ran my fingers through my long dirty blond hair and my blue eyes stared ahead to the part of town that started to look more welcoming. My kinda neighbourhood. The Greasers. I was a Greaser even though I lived in a middle-class neighbourhood. I wore the leather jackets, got in lots of trouble and everything a Greaser does. I'm just a little different than most Greasers.

I'm a girl.

I walked down a familiar rode and I heard a Mustang come up behind me. I knew a car by its sound, and that was a Mustang and I knew…that only Socs drove Mustangs.

"Hey!!! It's a Greaser Gal!!" laughed a Soc as they drove up along beside me. I was taught to ignore them and not to say anything back to Socs, It's a very difficult thing to do.

"Greaser!!!"

"GREASER!!!"

I still kept walking ahead until they pulled over. They grabbed onto me and pinned me to a fence while I squirmed and started kicking at them. I got one of them in the nuts and they went flying back. I laughed but only got cloth shoved into my mouth and a blade to my neck.

"Think that's so funny Greaser? Well, we'll show you funny" said one of them, holding a blade to my neck. I kept squirming but I heard someone yell.

"HEY! GET AWAY!" and the Socs started running. The one with the blade got me on the cheek in a rush to get away and they pushed me down. Everything happened so fast when people were running around me. I quickly got up and started running towards the Socs that had taken me down but someone wrapped their arms around my waist and held me back. I felt a warm breath on my neck and by my ear as he whispered.

"Calm down Haley" whispered a smooth velvety voice. I didn't move but watched old friends attack the Socs car as the Socs drove away. The person holding onto me let go and I turned around to see my good friend Ponyboy. I laughed.

"Hey Pony!"

Ponyboy smiled.

"Hey Haley"

I felt a hand grab onto the scruff of my jacket and growled.

"Why the hell were you walkin' by yourself kid?" hissed the strong voice of Dallas Winston. I rolled my eyes and shoved him off of me.

"Cause my old man and lady kicked me outta the house. Not like you'd care Dallas" I snapped. Soda wrapped his arm around my neck and gave me a nuggy.

"Damn, that sucks kid. You can stay at our place if yo'd like" he offered. I shrugged.

"Sure…"

Two- bit gathered me up into his arms for a long hug and he spun me round.

"Hey kiddo!!! How's my fave cousin doin?" He asked in a loud spew of laughter. I sighed. "Tired and in need of Mickey Mouse."

We went back over to the Curtis' house and I crashed down on their couch and watched Mickey. Two-bit was sitting on the floor watching it, drinking a beer. He was completely zoned in. I would be too if I wasn't about to pass out. I felt real tired since I walked all over town today and got jumped.

"So what are you doin' on this side of town Hay?" asked Ponyboy entering the livingroom with a Pepsi. I sighed and raised my feet for Ponyboy to sit down and I rested my legs on his lap.

"Well, it was either stayin' at home an' risk gettin' hit by a beer bottle or comin' here. So, I think I'd rather stay here" I yawned. Two-bit came out of his zone at commercial and looked over at me sadly.

"Aunt Beth drinkin' again?" he asked. I nodded.

"More than ever since she got laid off. Dad's been a real grouch too, an' Derek's been dealin' an' doin' grass. So, I ran away from home" I explained closing my eyes. I then heard Darry saying as he came in that If I ever needed somewhere to stay I could crash here. I think that was a done deal, cause before I could even reply, I was out like a light.

Home sweet home.

A/N: Woot! First chapter! Anyways, I've been writing for this story all day. I think I'll have a bunch of chapters up tonight! Yea-yeah. Anyways, it isn't very long. Oh well :) This is for my Jollies. R&R