Friends?

Chapter 1:

"Cynthia can you go and set the table?"

I groaned. Why can't my mom or dad set the table? My mom will kill me if I argue. I hate fighting with my parents. I put a smile on my face.

"Sure mom." I said.

After I set the table we all sat down it was smaller than usual. That was weird. My mom looked at my dad then looked down like she was, hiding something. Finally my father broke the silence.

"Sweetheart?" my dad never called me that. What is up with them?

"Yea dad?"

"I'm sorry." he said then looked down.

"Why? What is wrong?" I said slowly.

"Your father, and I have, lost our, jobs."

I dropped my fork on my plate.

"What!" I yelled.

"Cynthia Anna Grey!" my mother yelled. Uh oh I shouldn't have yelled.

"Believe me we are all upset about this." my father said calmly. My dad was always there to calm us all down or shut up a fight.

"So we have to move? Sell our things? Do I have to become, a greaser?" I said quietly.

My mom just looked down and nodded her head. I couldn't believe this.

"How long have you known?" I questioned.

" About a week." my dad said.

I huffed and stood up.

"Take your plate to the sink" my mothered ordered. Was she being serious right now? They lost their jobs and she is worried about the dishes?

I picked up the plate and held it up and dropped it making it shatter into tiny pieces. I ran into my room and grabbed the phone. I had to call Lisa.

Lisa Carters. She had long brown hair and dark brown eyes, we where polar opposites. I had long blonde hair and grey eyes.

She finally picked up the phone.

"Hey!" she sounded happy.

"Hi." I said grimly

"Is everything okay?" she asked still sounded happy.

"No! My mom and dad lost their job! I have to move and sell my stuff and become a greaser! I don't know if I should break up with Randy, let alone even tell him! So no every thing isn't okay!" I screamed then sobbed my eyes out.

"Im- I'm sorry." her voice was sad I could tell what was coming next.

I didn't say anything.

"What are we gonna do about our friendship?" she asked.

"I don't know anymore."

"If you become a greaser, and I'm seen with you. It might not turn out well." she said in a low voice.

"So what you are saying is that, we shouldn't be friends anymore?" I said with tears in my eyes.

She didn't say anything.

I hung up.

I walked out of my room, my parents staring at me, like I had green hair. I didn't even want to talk to them.

"You should go and take small things, that aren't worth a lot of money. Just so you have something when we move into our house." my dad said.

I didn't say anything. I just stood their with my arms crossed.

"And pack some clothes, we are leaving Tuesday." he said quietly.

"Tuesday? That's like two days from now!"

"I'm sorry, I really am." my mom said.

I just turned and walked away.

-----two days later------

(Moving day)

That was the last bag. We had a total of 3 bags one for the each of us. We piled into our dodge car that we would have to sell when we moved in to our new house.

My dad started the engine and started to drive. I watched our house for sale sign turn to a sold sign. A single tear slid down my face.

I watched the trees go by and slowly fell asleep.

Time lapse

I felt the car stop. I opened my eyes to see a line of small houses that looked like they where about to fall apart. They where all the same. I opened my door and stepped out. I grabbed my bag and stood outside of the door of my new home.

My mother pushed past me and opened the door. Jesus she was pissed. Then again I don't blame her.

We walked into the house. It was very small. All of the rooms seemed connected. A tiny kitchen with a single cheap stove, a living room with a little couch and small TV. The paint was pealing off the walls. I found my room, it was a lot smaller then my one back at the old house.

It had a old twin sized bed and a desk that looked like it was gonna fall apart. I sat down and the metal made a creaking sound. I cringed at the sound.

It was around dinner time.

"We are having eggs tonight!" my mother yelled over to my dad who was only in the next room. I guess she wasn't used to a tiny house.

"Eggs? Why eggs?" I asked.

She didn't say anything.

"Can I have something else?" I asked hopefully.

"No." my mother said very plainly.

"Sorry I'm just not in the mood for eggs." I said truthfully.

"Well that's all we have!" she yelled.

"Jesus Christ, mom." I said under my breath.

"What did you just say?" she yelled.

"Nothing! God mom! You need to relax!" I yelled.

"Don't tell me to relax! You need to watch what you say young lady! You are one lucky person, you know that!" she screamed.

"What ever!" I yelled and stormed out through the front door and sat on the porch steps.

I could hear my parents fighting through the thin walls. I hated my life right now. Not to mention Randy, boy he is gonna be mad.

I pulled out my cigarets. I never really smoked in front of my parents. I only did it when I was stressed. Then I noticed how close the houses where next to each other. The door opened next door.

A young boy with brown hair walked out and sat down on the steps. He looked about 14. He lit a cigaret.

"It sucks don't it?" He said. I completely forgot how loud my parents where.

"Yea it does. They never fight like this." I said. The boy got up and came over and extended his hand.

"The names Ponyboy, Ponyboy Curtis." he said proudly with a hint of a western accent.

"Cynthia Grey." I said and shook his hand.

"Hey I know you. You go to my school, but wait you are a soc." He said and slowly backed away

"It's fine. My parents lost their jobs so we had to move." I said grimly.

"Oh well then, since you are one of us now wanna come inside?" he asked.