In 1968, America's greatest generation began their favourite pastime for yet another year. Baseball. Men returned back to the game. Among them, some of baseball's most beloved names. Rose. Aaron. Williams. Mays. Allen. Life in the United States could return to normal. And baseball was proof positive that democracy was real. A baseball box score, after all, is a democratic thing. It doesn't say what gender you are or what religion you follow. It does not know how you voted or the color of your skin. It simply states what kind of ballplayer you were on any particular day. Women had served their country gallantly. Yet, they found during this time prejudice, segregation and Gender Discrimination Laws were still present and strong. Sexism was the law......and no group was more scrupulous in its observance of custom, than organized baseball. There was a long road ahead. If any women dreamed of playing baseball, it was not for the Yankees, not for any Major League team, no. It was for teams like the Kansas City Monarchs of the Women's Leagues, and if they were good enough (and lucky), they played in small recreational leagues with men, where the barnstorming style of play stood in contrast to the Majors. In 1967, there were a total of 400 players on their rosters. Every one of the 400 Major League players were men. But when opening day came in 1968, that number dropped to 399... And one girl stood apart.

"I love you," Johnny murmured, clutching my wrist to the point I could not pull away no matter how much I tried. "Stop it," I snapped, "Stop saying that!" "But I do, I love you, I want you, I need you to remember," He was pleading now. "Stop, quit pretending-" "There is no pretending," Johnny said with absolute clarity. "I love you and I will love you until the day I die. You don't remember now, but you used to love me too Rosey. And I will love you until you love me again, even after I die, and if there is a life after this I will love you then, too." I stared at him as he poured his heart out; he was moving away, for once he wasn't trying to get me to love him. I was doing it myself. "Will you ever give up on this?" I asked. Johnny shrugged, "Someday, I suppose I'll give up, and sit in a rocking chair. But I'll probably be rocking fast, because I don't know what I'll do without you." ----------- Rosemarie Curtis' story has seemed to come to an end. Everything is lost. Nobody can forget. Nothing is the same. Now the gang seems to have to wrestle the past, rebuild on the ruins inside them. But sometimes life has a twisted way of bringing back something you've lost. For Rosemarie's story is just beginning. But there was no way the gang could scrape the earth clean, and keep thinking they could start again. Because even though Rosemarie is alive, her memories of the past are gone. Her mind had left them; she has now gone wild and wary. She remembers no feeling, no hurt, and no loving. Johnny must cope with losing his only love, while her thoughts swim between them, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and he fishes for them, dangling his own memories like bait and lures. But how can you love someone you don't remember loving? How can you remember something you don't want to remember? And how can the gang hold together when everything has fallen apart?

"You lied to me," He insinuated. I felt my heart leap to my throat, this can't be happening. "It was a mistake, everyone makes mistakes," my voice dropped. "Yes, but you make more than most people." "I-" "You hurt me; you worry everyone, everyone you get close to you hurt. Ever since Ma and Pa died you've been nothing but inconsiderate to everyone else. You hurt all of us with your lies." "Not on purpose," I whispered, "I never wanted to hurt you, I only wanted to-" Soda put his hands up to silence me. "Rosey-" "Please don't do this, Soda, I care about him." I heard panic tinging my own voice. He said nothing. ----------- Friends are the family you can choose, but sometimes, those friends are more like lovers than family. Rosemarie Curtis, Sadie Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Darry Curtis, Dallas Winston, Steve Randle, and Two-bit Mathews. All greasers and the best of friends, inseparable at the least. It's always been this way; a gang, a tight knot group of people. Nobody thought anything could disrupt the perfect little imbalance of friendship that consisted in the gang. Especially love, or complicated relationships. Complicated meaning... hidden. How will their friendship stay on the straight and narrow when fate's gun is loaded with twists, ready to be fired at the 9 gang members? And the main question is; can you keep a secret? Because there are plenty to keep.

This is a sequel to broken to pieces! Kali iris is a troubled girl. She self harms, she won't eat, or sleep. She is very good at hiding it too. But one night after the socs come and SHE starts the fight. The gang leaves her and she takes things too far. After a sever car crash, sodapop saw. Sodapop is torn up. He loves her and e might never get the chance to tell her. Because she might be dead. All rights go to s e Hinton! The greatest author of all time!!

Hi I'm Lucille, well most people call me lucy, Thompson. I know I know every girl wants that perfect bad boy figure yet a sweetheart that brings you flowers. Or a boy who would do anything for you. Or one that would tell you they love you and mean it. Well what will happen when I cross towns, states, and make my way to Tulsa... A new beginning. Will I get the rep of a bad ass greaser? Or will I pull off the act of a good girl that will only fight to protect? I say a little switch blade on switch blade ain't too bad once in awhile(; who will I fall for? Who will be like my brother? Who is Lucille Thompson? ALL RIGHTS GO TO S.E. HINTON!Except for Lucille!!

Kali Iris has had enough. She's on her breaking point. Sodapop isn't aware of her self harm and it might be too late to before he finds out. All rights go to S E Hinton.

Essie and Christine are working on the set of The Outsiders and that has its perks. But not until Essie has a secret she keeps and things go haywire.

After finishing filming The Outsiders, Matt and Essie have moved on to other projects, and so have the rest of the boys. So while Matt's on the set of Rumblefish and Essie's trying to travel to meet the other boys, things get out of control. And it may cause tension, heartbreak, and loss.