An Outsiders Fanfic-My Only Love

My name is Samantha and I'm originally from New York City, but just recently moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Here, let me tell you a little about my self. Well, for starters, my full name is Samantha Kristine Winston. I know, weird name. I just turned 17 two weeks ago. My favorite colors are black and purple. I have dirty blonde and hair that is slightly curly an blue eyes. I'm also pretty tall. My father says I'm a JD. But what does he care? Like he even cares about me! Oh, I almost forgot. My brother is the one and only, Dallas Winston.

So, I bet your wondering why I'm in Tulsa. Well, I tried so hard to be the 'perfect little girl'. Ya know, the one that does her homework, studies, does good in school. Well ya see, that's how it was for me. I was 'amazing' and 'a prized possession' to my mom. On the other hand, my father was that way about Dally. My father absolutely hated me. I tried so hard to win his heart. But never, never could I ever find a place there. All the room was for my mother and Dally.

One day in class, when i was 11, I got called down to the principals office. I saw my dad and Dally there. "Hey Dal! Where's mom?"

"Sam, I have to tell you something."

"Okay. What is it?" I said.

"Uh- Mom died in a car accident today, on her way to work."

"No, your joking right?" I said almost screaming. He had to be lying I thought my mom can't be dead.

"No, I'm sorry Sweetheart"

I started screaming and crying. After a couple of minutes of crying, I fell to the ground. My mom really died. I looked up at Dallas an I could see his heart was broken. He let a couple tears fall from his eyes, but quickly wiped them away. No one could see Dal loose his cool, not even when his mother died. I think the worst part of it was seeing his little sister break down. Yeah. That was the worst. This is why my life is terrible I have...

1. No mother

2. An abusive brother

3. A delinquent brother

4. No friends

5. And I'm being bullied.

What more could I want!? 2 years pasted and I was still being abused. Not Dally though, like I said, my dad liked him. Dally would help sometimes but most of the time he wasn't home being he was too busy with 'friends'. Dally must've not liked his life in New York 'cause I woke up one morning and saw a note on the table that read,

Sam,

I'm leaving. Don't come looking for me. I ain't coming back. I will miss you Sam. I hope pops ain't so hard on ya. I will be in OK. Come find me if ya ever need anything.

-Dallas

I always kept that note. Finally when I turned 17 I ran away from home after 5 1/2 years of abuse. On the bright side i have 3 amazing best friends! All three of them had a rough life too. We have been planning on running away for awhile actually. We finally decided to make a run for it one night when my dad pulled a gun in me. He didn't shoot though. He doesn't have the juts. he is a pretty good guy if you get on his good side, ya know? During the night I packed up my stuff (clothes, hair brush, jacket, tooth brush, etc.) and met up with my friends at the park and hopped on an abandoned train cart. After several weeks of trying to find Dallas in Oklahoma, we finally decided on settling down for a bit and just got a hotel room in Tulsa. So that's where I am now!

As we got settled down in the room, Bri finally said, "Come on guys I'm hungry! Lets get some foood!" We all nodded in agreement and walk out of the room to the front desk. I read his name tag. It said, "Paul." "Wow, thats creative." i thought. Michelle went up to the clerk to see if there was any gas stations near by.