You And Your Dead Poets. "The Outsiders" FanFiction

Chapter One: The Stars.

"You and your dead poets." Steve said, shaking his head.

"What?" I asked, looking over at him. The moonlight lighting up his features.

"I said, you and your dead poets. You always going on about some sorta poem or meaningful thing." He chuckled, looking up at the stars.

"I'm sorry, we can't all just talk about cars and Elvis and girls." I said, playfully punching him in the arm.

"Hey!" He laughed, punching me back. "It's just, your different."

"Gee, thanks." A laugh escaping my lips.

"Nooo," he looked over at me "not like that, I mean you just." He paused. "You see the world differently. Like one person will say, 'hey that's a pretty color' and you'll say 'that color resembles peace and beauty. Therefore it is a beautiful peaceful color." He finished, mimicking my voice.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"No, it's a good thing. You have the ability to look at something, and see more than what comes to the eye. You see the beauty and pain and emotion in everything. When normally, others don't. It a good thing, kiara."

"I guess your right," I paused looking at the stars above. "Your a good brother, you know that?"

"Oh,I know," he laughed cockily, and started to climb back through the window. I stayed on the roof, taking in the cool September night. The wind dancing across the sky, through the trees. Upon my bare arms, through my dark brown hair. Bringing the smell, of grass the pine trees the line the back of our house. The way the stars looked tonight, reminded me of a poem I read once.

"To look at the night sky is to look into the past: we are looking at stars, not as they are now, but as they were thousands, perhaps even millions of years ago."

Perhaps stars are just balls of fire in the sky, or maybe they are simply there for our amusement. No matter the reason, I have always had a fascination with them.

"Kiara! You coming?" Steve called from inside.

"Yeah, yeah." I said, crawling through the window that leads to Steve's room. I hop down from the window and walk across his room to the door.

"You going to bed?" He asks from his bed.

"Yeah, we have school in" I pause, looking at the clock on the wall. "7 hours." I finish, grabbing the smooth, metal door handle.

"Alright," he says, rolling over and turning his lamp off, as I slip out the door and make my way to my own room. I practically leap into bed, sliding under the cool covers. Within a minute. I am asleep, the last thing I think about before drifting off, is the stars.

***

I awake, to a pillow being thrown at my face.

"Steve!" I groan.

"Wake up, lazy. We got 5 minutes to get out the door!" He laughed, and ran out the door.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, hopping out of bed and racing to my closet. I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a blank tank top. It's only the second day of school, and early September. So it still quite warm. I throw on my blank high top converse, and run to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I see a girl with dark almost black, thick wavy hair. A pair of dark green eyes, with heavy dark circles underneath, stare back at me. I sigh and run a brush through my hair. I look absolutely dreadful. And on top of that, I am all skin and bones. Unlike my brother, who is muscular and tall. I am a short twig. I sigh and run to my room, grabbing my bag and journal from my desk. The smooth black, leather cover slightly worn. The pages filled, with poetry and writing. I run down the hall, and the stairs, almost bumping into steve.