Johnnycakes

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

       My life can be described in one word. Perfect. I got a doctor as a dad, psycologist as a mom , and a perfect older sister. I live on the rich side of Tulsa Oklahoma and am a big time soc. if you don't know what a doc and greaser is you must be brain dead or something, because that's the way things work here. You got your greasers who are poor delinquents that live on the north of the train tracks, and the Socs who are rich perfect and most of the time actually tolerable. So yah I am a soc and my family is as perfect as it gets. Yet the only imperfection is me. Brooks Vickson, a 16 year old teenager who would rather die than smile or be the soft mushy type. I don't believe in love, happiness, or life really. I think of it as one big game that in order to win, you have to be merciless and never let your guard down. To make it worse, everyone in my family is the exact opposite. That's probably why everybody likes them so much. Oh well I don't need their opinion, because I got me and that's all you really need right? 

    Anyways I was walking home from school with my sister Allison and her boyfriend Brad Stevenson just basically third wheeling and trying to mentally kill myself, you know the usual when Ally asks me " Don't you just love love Brooky?" In this happy sigh that if I ever talked like that I would shoot myself. 

   I answer her by passing the two dopes and desiring to take a new route home before I puke. Eventually I come to a conclusion. I am lost. By the looks of it, I am in greaser territory. How the hell did I get here? It's getting darker by the second and I still can't find my way home. This weird feeling I have only felt a few times in my life creeps over me. Fear. 

    I walk past this house and hear people fighting in this house and it sounds bad, so I pick up my speed. I hear a door close behind me and see this boy with tanned skin and these big brown eyes that's filled with saddness. For a split second I feel this bit of sympathy for the boy, but it quickly fades when I remeb he is a greaser. They are nothing but trouble makers and demons. 

    About another hour has passed and I am still hopelessly lost. It's almost pitch black by now, my hand is glued to my switch blade. It feels like I have been walking in circles and my legs are starting to ache. I have to keep it together, giving up was the reason they got to me last time. 

    I see some guys my age and this real mature looking guy who could be in his twenties and a body builder his muscles were so big. He didn't look like that much trouble so I walked up to him.

    " Hey excuse me can I um maybe borrow your phone, is you can afford to have one?" I asked shyly with innocence,but whispered the last part to myself. They may be greasers but I need them to do me a favour so I can't be snarky with them.

    " Sure thing doll right this way," he replied nicely. Surprise, suprise another fake happy person.  I walk into his house to see 6 other guys there looking at me with confusion.

   " What are you guys looking at im just borrowing a phone," I snap at them. As soon as I do they all look away except two of them. The first guy I can recognize from anywhere. That same face that gives me nightmares. Dallas. He looks at me like I'm some prize and he winks at me. The second guy is, that guy I saw earlier? Woah that's kinda weird, but I shrug it off because I know that it could not have been planned.

    I dial my number quickly and it rings a few times before I hear someone answer.

" hello?" It sounds like Ally.

" Ally oh thank goodness, can you pick me up I got lost in the wrong side of town?" I can practically feel the glares I get from the guys, I don't care it's not like I'll see them again.

" sorry Brooky but me and Brad are busy right now can't you just find your way back?" Before I can even reply she hangs up.

    I sigh with annoyance knowing what I have to do. 

" hey guys um how do you get to the south side from here?" I ask quick and sheepishly. They stare at me with  surprised looks.

    " uh yah just turn left from the end of the block and keep going straight for about 9 blocks and you will be home in your perfect little side of town," replys a guy snakily with these ugly crooked teeth.

    " thanks tooth gap I'll be out of your way soon," I spit back and stomp out of the house.

As I walk further into the darkness only guided by some dim street lamps, I hear footsteps behind me . I walk faster, then into a light jog and soon into a sprint. As soon as I think I lost him a hand goes onto my shoulder. Without thinking twice I turn around and almost punch the lights out of the guy. I realize that the owner of the hand is...

Cliff hanger I know, but I had to end this chapter somewhere. Anyways here is my disclaimer I do not own any of S. E. Hintons characters only the ones I have created. Anyways please don't hate Brooks she has reasons for her actions and feelings towards things. She will get better though.