YOUR P.O.V
"Dear Diary,
I myself am not a bit afraid to leave my abusive mother and alcoholic father. The next closest city from here is Tulsa.
I should probobly just go anyway, my parents hate me, my school hates me, and so does everyone else. Atleast no one will know me in Tulsa."
I walked downstairs after writing my diary entry, scared my parents would beat me and yell at me. I looked all around and I seen no one.
'Great, perfect time.' I thought to myself, walking back upstairs, as quitely as possible.
Once I got up there, i threw some things into a duffle bag, such as my hair brush, phone, money, extra shoes, and my phone charger. Next, I got a luggage case. I put 3 or 4 outfits in, another pair of shoes, as well as my favorite hoodie and a jacket, also some random extra clothes.
I made my way downstairs and went outside into the cold October air. I jogged a distance, but only a few blocks, enough to get away from my house, then i walked. Since Tulsa was only 15 minuetes away, a bus stop was only about 5 minuetes down the road, so I caught a bus and paid the driver.
"Where are you headed, ma'am?" The driver, who was very polite asked me.
"Tulsa." I replied back, and the man said nothing else.
I took my seat near the back of the bus, putting my bags by the window, and myself by the bags.
I took out my phone and it had a message.
"Hey y/n, having fun in the sewer?" a girl from my school texted. I just read it and went on with life. It didnt affect me because i was so used to being bullied.
The bus had finally stopped a few feet from a convience store, called the "DX". I decided to go in there to get a few snacks and use the bathroom.
A boy, who looked about 18 was working the register. "Hello. Do you mind if I leave my bags here for a few minuetes? I just got off the bus and i have no place to live, so i need to find a place."
"Yeah, of course you can leave your bags here. Whats your name? Im SodaPop Curtis, you can call me Soda." the guy replied back.
"Im Y/N. Thanks for letting me put my stuff there, it means alot." The man, or Sodapop, just nodded his head and smiled. I went on with my buisness.
After i had bought a bag of chips and a bottle of water, i decided to sit down and tell Sodapop about myself.
"So, how old are ya?" He asked me.
"I turned 15 last month. You?"
"18."
Another boy, who looked 14 or 15 came in, followed by another man, who looked atleast 20.
"These are my brothers, Ponyboy" Soda said, pointing to the younger one, "and Darry" pointing to the older.
"Nice to meet you. Im y/n" you said back.
they both said nice to meet you, and some more guys came in.
"and these are the rest of the gang" Soda said.
I introduced myself, and they all said hello.
A guy, who looked about 19, introduced himself. "Hey there, im Two-Bit."
Another, who also looked 19, but much more matured, introduced himself. "Im Dallas Winston, you can call me Dally though."
Then another guy, who also looked 18 or 19 introduced himself. "Well hello, im Steve Randle."
Then, a boy who looked my age, who had jet black hair, big black eyes, tan skin, and a scar above his eye, introduced himself. He was very shy seeming, also very cute. "H-hi Im J-johnny."
I said a special "Hello" to Johnny.
"since you have no where to go, you can come stay with us." Soda told me, then looked at Darry to make sure it was okay, so they helped me with my bags and we went to the Curtis house.
'could I be...in love..with...Johnny?" I thought, as we began walking out of the DX.
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS CHAPTER!!! I will probobly write another tonight, so stay tuned!!
