Writing: Outsiders Fanfiction

The following is a fanfiction story i wrote about the Outsiders. A book I read for school. Before i let you read it i figure i should clear some things up. First all of the boys in the story so far are characters already from the book. Second the girls in it are, so far, all from my imagination. Well, sort of. They're based off of the REEEEs, and a bit exagerated. Jordin/Jay is me, Ellie. Darilynn/Dee is Emma Jay. Terissa/Tee is Emma Kay. Esther is Riah (she is one character that is more my imagination that reality. And Shayla is a figure of my imagnitation. But she is also sort of me when I am beign responsible. So, I'll add more as i write it. Enjoy!

I ran into the house, Dee still chasing me. I saw people sitting and standing in the room, but didn’t care. There! I thought. I went up a set of stairs to my left, landing on every other one. Turned left on the platform half way up and started going up the second set of stairs. I heard Dee running up the stairs right behind me. She wasn’t going to get her keys back. I jumped onto the rail, slid down right past her and then landed on my back with a thump. “Ow,” I said as I got up quickly and ran into the group of people. “JAY!!! GIVE THEM BACK, NOW!!!!” Dee shouted at me. And dark haired Shayla stepped in.

“What are you to arguing about now?”

“Well, you see-” I started, breathing heavily.

“She took my keys and won’t give them back!” Dee glared at me, puffing out breath.

“You girls are seventeen. And you need to start acting like it . . . Jay, give Dee back her keys.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not”

“She’s too . . . BLONDE” I smirked

Dee started after me again. “That’s it!” She shouted.

Shayla looked pretty upset at this point. “You two knock it off, right now!!!”

I flung my head back in an exasperated sigh. Then I handed Dee back her keys and started looking around. The room was small . . . ish. There was a T.V. along the wall near the door. The staircase was about 20 feet from the door and it was against a wall. This explained why it stopped at the corner and went to the left. Parallel to the bottom half of the stairs was a small table with some pictures on it. In the middle of the room was an old, oval-shaped rug with a coffee table in the middle of it. Along the long part of the rug was a sofa, with its back to a door way and parallel to the T.V., and two chairs on the ends of the rug.

Then I started to notice the people. In a chair farthest from the door, was a boy that you couldn’t really tell his age. He had super blonde hair so it was almost white, ears like a lynx, an elfish complexion and a mean, cold-hearted look to him. There were three people sitting on the sofa. One of them I already knew, she was sitting in the middle of the sofa. Her name is Esther James. She is almost 16 years old and part of my . . . well . . . group. She’s a rich kid, but ain’t too bad for being one. She has pretty dark brown curls at about shoulder length and always, I mean always, wears a skirt or a dress. At one end of the couch was a boy who looked to be eighteen or nineteen. He had rusty colored side-burns that stood out, with similar colored hair that had more brown in it. He was smiling, apparently for no reason. Next to him was another guy, he looked tall and lean, he had dark hair in really complicated swirls and he used a LOT of grease in it.

Leaning against the doorway behind the couch was another guy. He looked like he was 6 foot somethin’ and he had short hair, unlike most of the other guys in the room. Shayla saying something interrupted my thoughts, but I couldn’t understand her.
“Que,” I inquired

A boy in the corner with short, bleached hair replied. “Que? What does que mean?”

Dee, being Dee, answered, “It means ‘what’ in Spanish. She doesn’t know much English, so it’s easier for her to speak Spanish.”

Another boy, with black hair, in the other chair spoke up, “Why?”

“Because. I already said she doesn’t know much English.”

“No, I mean why doesn’t she just learn more English?”

“Well . . . um . . . uh . . . because . . . ask her yourself.”

I started shaking my head teasingly at Dee. “Dee, if you’re going to keep up a lie you gotta keep it going. Don’t let them out word you,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“He didn’t out word me!!!”

“So? You had to give up didn’t you?”

“I DID NOT GIVE UP!!!”

“Then how do you explain the,” I started talking in a deep, dumb voice, “Well, um, uh, ask her yourself”

“You two sure do argue a lot,” said yet another boy, who happened to be walking in the room. He had dark gold hair and it was moderately long. He was handsome to any girl’s standards, but it wasn’t like I cared.

To be continued . . .