BEFORE YOU START READING: This story isn't exactly like S.E. Hinton's book. Obviously because otherwise I wouldn't be writing with this. There will be frequent swear words so if you don't like that then don't read any further. Also there are things in this book that wasn't even a topic in The Outsiders. I already know that I don't catch every spelling mistake or grammar malfunction, but I'm human and did what I could. Like I said you don't have to read it. Just know that this is one of my versions on a fanfiction so all hate comments will be deleted. Alright that's all. Enjoy the Story.
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California's POV
The day my parents died sucked. Down right sucked. No way around it. Whether you looked up, down, left, or right, all you would see was that awful day. Why did my parents have to do that to me? I mean, I know they didn't die just to make my life miserable, but that day was hell. And this sounds bad, but that day doesn't suck because they died. It's a whole 'nother story.
On that day, I woke up to the sound of screeching cars passing by our small apartment building and people laying on the horns. I shivered as I tried to pull up my blanket, but realized that it was on the floor. I slowly sat up and turned my head, looking out my large bedroom window. A frigid breeze came through the open part of the glass. I always have to sleep with the window open. I don't know why but I have had to do it since I was little. I look over at my clock and see that it was only 3:26. Two hours until I have to get up and ready. Time to go back to sleep.
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"UGH!" I turn over on my side and slam my hand down onto my clock. Stupid school. Honestly, I would skip today but my best friend Lucas would be so pissed. Plus it's not Ike I have anything to do around here. Mom and dad probably spent their night drinking and partying, which means that they are most likely not even here. I slump into my closet and pick from my limited selection of clothing. I decide on a gray crop top with a red flannel, light wash jeans, a red bandanna, and my favorite pair of Converse. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and put on as little makeup as possible. I hate makeup. Absolutely hate it, but Mascara is an option once in a while.
I finally emerge from my room and walk down the hallway. I was actually surprised to see parents in the house, even though they were passed out on the floor. Things have been escalating lately. My parents have been drinking a lot more, and have been abusing me. Whenever they are drunk they always fine something wrong and punish me for it. But I don't tell anyone, except for Lucas. I step over my mom to grab and apple in the kitchen. She stirs awake and abruptly sits up.
"California, you better get a job today, or don't bother coming back." My mom yells and I can tell hat she is exhausted and half asleep. Yet whether she is sober or not, she is always trying to get me to get a job. I'm only sixteen and they are the ones spending all the money on alcohol.
