Previously (This can found both in my stories section titled as "Fearless~An Outsiders Miniseries Introduction" both that one and the one also labeled SP are the same, I just posted them under two different categories, movies, "Outsiders 1983" and books, "Outsiders"):

2 years later~

Cody's POV

I waited for the bus at the corner of the quiet street. I stared at the red, faded stop sign, while my eyes blurred with hot tears, but I quickly wiped them away. I was remembering what had just happened:

I thumped down the wooden steps into the kitchen. My mother stood there yawning while making breakfast in her pink robe, her red hair was all frizzed up. Her brown eyes sparkled, I laughed at her hair, it always looked that way. She smiled at me and asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I always had the usual, chocolate cereal with milk, but my mother already had gotten it out while she asked me. I sat down at our table in a rickety, old chair. My mother handed me the food, but was at once interrupted by a loud banging sound. The front door whooshed open, and my horrible father walked in. My mother glared at him, she had recently divorced him, so we both thought he was gone for good, we were wrong. He had cold, blue eyes, and grizzly looking black hair. He shattered his empty beer bottle on our house's floor. Before I knew it, he had started beating my mother. In between gasps, my mother spoke to me,"Cody…get your things…get out of here…it's for your own…good." I hurriedly grabbed the most of my clothes, pictures, and some money, but most certainly I left behind the memories of the days I lived there. I rushed down to the bus stop, and while panting, grabbed a faded picture of my mother and I. I wiped away tears, but it was no use, I cried it all out.

So anyway, there I stood, hoping some vehicle would show up to get me somewhere out of here. But I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave New Jersey, I didn't want to leave the last memories of my older sister, Maria. She had left one night after being sick of my father's brutal beatings. My mother was constantly begging him to stop, but he just never would. Maria's leaving had triggered my mother to pull the plug on the marriage. Maria, oh Maria. She was kind, sweet, smart, and always there to stick up for me. I have curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes, she had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She had my mother's eyes. After my father drove her out, I decided to hate him beyond hate. How could his mean, cold soul ever think that I would think of him as someone who raised me? I may never know, but anyway the bus was now coming around the corner.

It was white, with faded advertisements on it's sides. The bus driver immediately held out her hand motioning me to pay the riding fee. I reached into my blue jeans pocket, and pulled out a few cents. I then boarded the bus, ready to start my new life somewhere. Forever.

Chapter 1- New Beginnings Continued

Still Cody's POV

I slowly walked up a few steps to the very front of the bus. I examined my surroundings: there weren't really any other people on the bus. I was taken off guard when the bus threw me into an empty seat as it started. I then got up, and settled myself into the bus' seat. I looked out the window, the sun had already risen, and it was a fresh day outside. I suddenly realized something, I didn't know where I was going. I decided to wait and listen to which destination the bus driver would call out, and then decide which sounded the most interesting.

I slept a little on the bus, I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. My back began to hurt after countless hours of sitting on old leather. It was still only eleven in the morning, I'd gotten up around seven. Most people were headed off to work, unless they were late. For instance, maybe one of them was looking for his clothes with only a pair of jeans on, and the other was fully dressed, digging his face into his breakfast, while screaming at the other one to hurry up. Or even another one of them could be out the door, and yelling last minute orders at his younger brother. But I doubt that. My mom usually was up, and out the door by seven-thirty every morning, she works as a school teacher. That was another thing I worried about, what would our local elementary school do without her? I shook off the thought as the bus came to a halt, and the driver stood up, "Tulsa Oklahoma," he called out. I got up, this is it I thought, this is my stop.

There's something 'bout the way, the street looks when it's just rained,

There's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car