forbidden love, a ponyboy michael curtis love story

chapter one

a cold, breezy night. it was a normal night for me. i was at home, just eating my cereal at night because that's what i do. it was july twenty second, 1957. i was almost fourteen years old. my name is jackie anderson. i live with my parents and older brother randy who absolutely hates me. my parents want me to be with this rich boy, he's sixteen but that doesn't matter to my parents. his name is alexander. last name ain't important. but i'm not about to be with a guy who i don't love. it just isn't right. being in love should be with someone you could never imagine loving, but it somehow just makes sense and is perfect to you two, and not the outside world. i've yet to find that, but i'm hoping i will. i know i'm young and all, being only thirteen, but i'm ready for love and the adventures it has to take me on. i'm turning fourteen in about two months so y'all shouldn't worry that much.
i soon finished my cereal and went to the kitchen and washed it in the sink. i went back to my room and got out my favorite book, gone with the wind. i was already in the middle of the book, having started reading it four days ago. i just love reading and writing a lot. it's one of my passions. other than finding true love, which is really hard nowadays considering how many boys just want no strings attached. i know there is someone out there for me, just know it.

ponyboy's pov
another lonely day. even though my gang, the greasers, were surrounding me basically the whole day. i still felt alone. loneliness is not a good feeling. days like these i wish i had someone who i could love and care about. it really makes me think how i kind of just toss up girls as they come and never really care about any of them. some sort of change needs to happen. hopefully something happens soon because i've never felt this lonely.

jackie's pov
i set down my book and turned off my light and lied my head on my silk pillow. deep down i knew this silk bed and silver spoon life wasn't for me. i needed something down to earth and i had a need for feeling the real struggles people have to face. i soon dosed off and let my mind dream up the unexpected. i would tell you what i was dreaming of but frankly, the most fascinating dreams seem to always leave my mind. i woke up and lied there for a few minutes. i looked at my clock by my bedside table and saw that it read back 5:55. both my parents and little brother were asleep, so I thought of this as a good time to go out and explore. i grabbed a book bag, a notebook, some pens and pencils, my copy of gone with the wind, and two apples. i always get one but somehow today i felt like packing two. i got dressed in my black skirt and red and black checkered shirt, with a black sweater vest that had my name sewn into it, and put on white socks that had ruffles at the top part and black sneakers. i checked the clock and it read 6:15, so i hurried out of my house while everyone was still asleep. i walked down the road, all the way to the rural part of this city, and kept to myself, not saying hello to anybody. i walked to this little private area where i knew no one would be. i made myself comfortable on the little chair and pulled out my notebook. i was in the middle of writing this story about two young lovers who both had deep, dark secrets. i then started writing faster, not caring about my messy handwriting or the fact that I felt like my hand was going to fall off. writing just took all that away. it made me feel secure in myself, to just be able to think of all these scenarios, all this wonderful things that will only ever happen in my dreams.