My Life As A Greaser Girl (Outsiders fanfic)

Chapter 1.

When I walked out of the movie theatre with Ponyboy, I had only two things on my mind:

I turned to say goodbye to Pony, but he was checking himself out in the mirror. I wasn't going to interrupt with his personal style of meditation. (Dally and his thing.)

I walked away and noticed a car coming towards me. They yelled out, "Girly Greaser!" I hate it when Socs call me girly. I am a greaser as much as Ponyboy and Sodapop and Two-Bit and the others. I stuck my middle finger up at them, but they were already tailing Ponyboy. I decided not to walk with him, cause he doesn't live that far away.

I keep walking to my house. I live in a trailer park about four blocks from the movie house. All during the movie, Ponyboy wouldn't shut up about Paul Newman. I mean, the guy ain't the worst lookin' guy but he ain't the best.

I have really nothin' to do, so I pull out a cigarette and lean against a building that looks like it's about to fall down. I have been smoking since I was twelve. My dad is never around to care and my mom left us for a douche. Dally introduced me to the cancer stick. That's our little slang.

I'm sixteen, a few months older than Johnny, my best friend. We tried the dating thing, but he was too innocent and with my police record, it didn't work out. But I'll always love him a little.

I decided to walk over to Johnny's house and wait for him to get home. Maybe we can go down to the lot and smoke some weed and talk about God. I'm kidding about the God thing.

I sit down in his lawn once I get there. Looking around to see if his parents are in sight, I start to relax. Relaxation turns into thinking and thinking turns into deep thinking and deep thing turns into dreaming and dreaming turns into darkness.

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I felt somebody kick me in the side. Hard. I may be a greaser but it doesn't mean I'm tough and strong. (Well I am but you know what I mean.) I roll to the right and look up, only to get punched in the face. I find my feet and stand, looking to see who has the nerve to kick a greaser.

I see Mr. Cade, Johnny's father.

"Mr. Ca-" but I stop short, my right cheek bleeding. I pull out my blade and hold it out in front of me, swinging it at Mr. Cade if he gets to close. "What the hell!?"

"You lousy bitch! What do you think you doing stepping on my lawn with your trash?!" he screams. He starts to circle me, like a hawk, and jumps on me. I struggle to get away from him. He pins my limbs down with his 210 pound body. I try to stab him, his arm, his side, something but he grabs my blade and throws it by the tree. He starts punching my face over and over. My vision starts to blacken, but I manage to catch a dark figure pulling Cade off of me. I see the figure getting hit by Cade, punch after punch, until he falls too. I see blood streaming Cade's arm, either from me or the dark figure. Cade kicks me one last time. The last thing I see is him entering his house.

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I wake up to find myself at he empty lot. How the hell did I get here? I reach for my blade, but it isn't in my empty pocket. I have an extra pocket knife in my other jacket, but it's at Pony's house.

"Are you looking for this?"

I turn to see Johnny holding my blade. Two-Bit gave it to me as a present for my sixteenth birthday. His eyes are black, his scar from the Socs is starting to bleed and his whole face looks like a prune, all dark and purple.

"Yeah," I say. I feel a sudden pain in my forehead. I reach up and feel a bandage. "Your dad-" but I stopped. Johnny nodded. "Are you okay? Johnny?"

"It's not the first time. He has done worse. But it's okay. I like him hitting me rather than his ignorance. At least he knows I'm there."

"Johnny, how bad do I look? I mean hurt wise."

"Well, you look horrible."

"Oh wow. Girls love hearing that."

"Come on, Aster. You know what I mean."

"So guess what, little duck?" Johnny asks teasingly. I give him the death stare, and then crack a smile. "Pony got jumped. He's okay though. We got to him before they had a chance to really hurt him."

"That's good. I bet Dally really beat the crap out of those Socs," I laugh.

"You bet." Silence. He offers me his last cancer stick but I decline, my body aches with every muscle I move. I groan. "Hey, me and Dally and Pony are going to do something tomorrow night. Do you want to come? It'll probably get you more street cred since we'll probably do something illegal. Just don't do nothing to get the fuzz around. Pony doesn't need to get into anything."

"Yeah," I reply. "That'll be cool." My eyes start to water. He sits next to me and hugs me. I hug him back, being careful not to squeeze to hard since his bruises look awful.

"I'm sorry about my dad. I won't let him touch you again."

I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Come on, girly. You know that Greasers can't cry." But he allows me to. And I cry for hours.

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