A/N: S.E. HINTON owns The Outsiders
Chapter 1
It was something they called 'The Conditional Release Program' and Dally thought it was just about the stupidest idea he'd ever heard of. He'd rather be in the cooler doing his time than stuck in this hell hole, but some uptight bureaucratic loser comes up with an idea in his socy office one afternoon and all of a sudden all the JD hoods under 18 that they can't stand in the system get cut loose. Sure ... everyone values their freedom, but following rules and abiding by conditions just doesn't sit well with a guy like Dallas Winston. Checking in with some brainless, dog-faced social worker once a week and going to school. Every - damn - day. Those were his conditions... and Dallas was about ready to chuck them out the window of the crappy second floor classroom he was currently sitting in. Will Rogers High. What a bloody joke.
Today was the worst. Not only were the teachers riding Dally's ass, there were socs all up in his face acting like they owned the place, and he had a headache the size of Oklahoma. What the F%*k?! It wasn't a hangover either. Dally hadn't had anything to drink in 3 days. Not since Two-Bit lifted those 6 packs from the liquor store. But this ... Dallas had no idea what this was. The headache was unbearable ... and the pain in his gut was about to make him double over.
"I gotta get outta here" he thought to himself.
But just as he made the decision to skip out and find some place to crash, Dallas felt his stomach lurch. 1 minute later his head was in the teacher's wastebasket and the toughest hood in all of Tulsa was puking his guts out... in front of everyone. Shit.