(Bold Print means author's note!:))
Heyyyy y'all! Thanks so much for clicking on my story! This story is currently being written for a school project, so I will try and update whenever I finish a chapter! As promised in my bio here is some Character Info about our main character and an age rating/trigger warning notes. PLEASE REVIEW! I want constructive criticism so that I can improve my story before I turn it in for school (y'all can do hate comments if you really want to, I honestly don't care!) luv y'all bunches!
~btw this story is set a few years before the outsiders and sorta has a connection to the original story and a original outsiders character~
(DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS)
MAIN CHARACTER BIO
Name: Jackie Ann Brenard
Birthday- Nov 27, 1949
Age- 13
Height- 5'5
Hair Color- Golden
Skin Tone- Fair
Eye Color- Grey Blue
Traits- not very smart, stutters when nervous, loves reading, loves writing, loves poetry, ADHD (me too!)
CONTENT:
Rated T for some mild language and mild violence later on in the stories...RECOMMENDED AGE 10+
Chapter 1
I looked out of the window of our car into the dreary gray sky. They sky matched my mood perfectly, after all I had to leave my friends to go to this stupid town. Weather always affects your mood, I don't know why but it does. Gosh how I wished I could go back to Miami where the sun was a regular as my sister is annoying. My thoughts were interrupted,
"Where here," My older sister Janet said in annoyed voice.
To be honest I couldn't blame her for being annoyed, she had to listen to me and my brother Johnny arguing for hours. I opened the car door the humid air flooded into the car.
"At least one thing didn't change", I said as I rolled my eyes.
We were no strangers to humidity, Miami was always hot and humid. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car. I looked around at the bland property in disgust. The plants were either dead or overgrown. The house was small with peeling yellow paint. I didn't want complain because Janet tried her best to get what she could, but we were never very rich so we didn't receive much from our mothers will. We walked up the crumbling driveway up to the front door.
When we opened the door a musty smell erupted from the house that made my nostrils burn. I jumped as Johnny slammed the door. There was silence for a while, but I think we all knew what each other were thinking in that moment. Janet looked down at the floor plan in her hands and broke the silence.
"Well, Jackie your room is at the end of that hall", she said pointing to a short hallway beside the kitchen. "And Johnny, your room is to the left and mine is to the right.
"Go on," Janet said pushing me in Johnny in the direction of our rooms. "Im heading to the twenty four hour market down the street to pick up a few things for dinner," "Don't get in any trouble," We all knew she was talking about Johnny, he was nothing but trouble. He always had after school detentions. Johnny had a thing for making people laugh, but he didn't always know the right time to do it.
I walked down the hallway to my room. Creakkkkkkk. I winced at the piercing noise. The door clearly hast been oiled in a long time. I looked around the room, it was nothing special, with a bed on one wall and a wooden desk with a chair on the other. There was also a dresser with a mirror on top of it. I looked in the mirror, which had a noticeable crack in it. My curly wheat colored hair was tied back into a ponytail at the back of my neck. I liked it down but this way it was out of my face and wouldn't bother me. I wouldn't say I cared about my appearance as much as Janet did, she could spend hours putting on makeup and doing her hair, but I still wouldn't want to look like a hill billy. I looked more like Johnny than I do Janet, which makes sense because me and Johnny look more like my father with our grass green eyes and curly wheat colored hair. Janet was a perfect replica of our mother with her shiny straight brown hair and her gray eyes. Janet got the looks of our family, which would show with the amount of guys shes dated. My dad left us when I was little, so I don't really remember much of him, I only have seen pictures and heard my Mother sadly talk about him like someone would talk about their lost puppy.
Later that night after dinner I sat on my bed thinking about my Mother. Though she had passed away months ago I haven't gotten over it nor do I think I ever will. After Mother died Janet took it upon herself to take care of Johnny and me. Even though she was twenty-two, she decided to take on such a big responsibility. Johnny only sixteen and I'm thirteen almost fourteen, so we can be a handful to anyone, especially Janet. Janet is ok, but sometimes she tries to hard to be like Mother. Shes hard on us sometimes, but I know its for a good reason. She wants us to do well in life. She knows thats something Mother would have wanted for us. As I drifted into sleep, I thought of Mother and what she would say about us now. I guess I'll never know.