The Outsiders Girls

Horrible Day

Kaylee's POV

I woke up to screaming. I shot up out of bed, fell on the floor and hit my face off the corner cabinet. Ow I said to myself. I got up and put my hand to the side of my eye, I looked at it and saw blood. Must've cut me as well, whatever I will survive. I looked around and saw at least 5 blankets on Beth's bed. I pulled them off and she was sweating under them, screaming and she looked sick, with a cold. How long did she stay out last night? Bet Ponyboy's sick too, I'd laugh if he is.

"Elizabeth!?" I called out, she rolled over in her bed. I left the room and came back. I put the air horn close to her and pushed the button. She shot up screaming, sweating and panting. Man she looks even sicker awake.

"W-what do you want?" She asked, her voice sounded really funny. Yeah she's sick, her eyes can tell you. They're puffy, her voice, she constantly wiping her nose and she looks like a drunk. That's how I described someone who is sick with a cold.

"You woke me up, gave me a cut and you're sick" I told her. She nodded and got back under all her covers.

"I'll be asleep for who knows how long" She told me with her sick voice. Man did she sound bad, but suits me. I am gonna be doing whatever today. Leaving maybe, I just can't let the others find out. I left our room and shut the door as I left. I was awake now and no way was I gonna stay asleep.

I don't wanna watch tv, I don't feel like sitting around, I don't feel like eating, I don't feel like cleaning. What should I do? Then I remembered my board is outside, I'll go chill on that. Do something stupid with it. I got my shoes and jacket on. I wore the same clothes as yesterday, blue skinny jeans, T-shirt that says "One In A Million". Which is totally right and I wore my hot pink flat cap. It's flashy, has green, yellow and orange flashy colors on it too. I went outside and looked around for my board. I couldn't find it so I took Beth's since she won't be on it at all.

I also remembered the day, my 16th birthday. No one knows, other then the girls, and no one else will know. But it don't matter, my parents never celebrated it with me and that's all I ever wished for, was to be with them on at least one of my birthdays. Have cake, have fun and spend the day with them. But no, all I ever got was a "Happy Birthday kid" and a beating. Great parents right?

I ran down the road, dropped the board and skated around. I did some tricks as I skated down the road. It was fun to be out here alone, no on else here. Just like how my other birthdays are. The girls knew about them, but did nothing because I told them not to do anything. I was use to being always alone and expecting a beating on my birthday. I also expect a beating today for some reason, whether its my parents or a soc.

I heard a car horn honk and I turned around to see who it was. Not my parents that's for sure. Socs instead. I skated down the road even faster, no helmet or anything. What happens if I were to fall or they hit me? I skated down the road, swerving so they couldn't get me. They'd yell "Grease!" at me. Didn't hurt or bother me none. You grow up tough like that and words won't hurt you. Others take it badly and hate it, but I and the girls don't. I was getting closer to my house and couldn't stop right now. They were so close behind me too, that's when I also saw Steve and Two-bit outside on the porch. I knew I had to get off my board now or else I am chopped liver. I skated faster down the road and then looked behind me one last time. The car got so close, I jumped off the side of my board. Rolled next to the car as it stopped. It came to a complete stop right before hitting me.

"No! Bastards!" I heard the guys call out. They think I am hurt or dead? I am not, just scrapped knees, elbows, hands and face. A little bit of my stomach too. I saw the socs get out of their car one by one. They picked up the board and snapped it, throwing it back on the ground. I was scared, the car almost hit me! It almost hit me! Man was that close and am I lucky to not be hurt even more.