This is my first Outsiders fanfiction, so review and let me know how I'm doing.

I'm keeping the story so Johnny and Dallas are still alive. I know, I know, they died, but honestly, do you want them dead? I didn't think so. Anyway, this is six months after Bob's been killed and Johnny and Dallas have both healed from their injuries. Johnny got off with a couple months probation due to him acting out in self defense and because of his bravery at the burning church. I don't own the outsiders, but I do own Orion.

ON WITH THE STORY:

I glanced up at the highway sign that lay in front of my face.

TULSA 5 MILES.

'Five miles?' I thought tiredly. Usually, five miles would be like nothing; you could do that much walking with your buddies without breaking much of a sweat, but not after walking for six days from a small town, many miles away. Not after walking from place to place for the last six months since my mother had died. My father was always a drunk and he had always beaten me, but when my mother died, it was like any sympathy he had broke. The beatings were worse than any rumble I'd been in; and I've been in rumbles with pipes, chains, and switchblades. I'd had enough of him, so I took off with the few belongings I'd had in search of a home. The problem was I just couldn't find anywhere that fit my liking. I guess it couldn't hurt to give Tulsa a try.

'Tulsa, I hope you're ready for me.'

By the time I reached the city, it was getting to be dusk. To the west, I saw the pretty houses with beautiful lawns and flower beds. To the east, I saw the dirty streets and rundown houses.

'Looks like I'm heading east.'

Just looking at me, it's pretty obvious I don't belong to the upper class. My long, blonde hair was a hot, wavy mess, and my clothes and skin were covered in dirt. I really could use a shower; I hadn't had one in three days. How was I supposed to know that the highway would go for so long? Yeah, people offered me rides, but I wasn't born yesterday; those disgusting men were looking for one thing and I wasn't about to give it to them. I got so lost in my thoughts, I hadn't seen the red mustang convertible begin to trail me. Five girls got out and surrounded at me. I kept my cool and lit up a cigarette.

"We've never seen you around before." One of the girls said.

"I've never been around before." I told her.

"So you've never met a soc then?" Another of them asked wickedly.

"No, what's a soc?"

"We are. A soc is anything you're not. We have the money, clothes, and the cars. You're a filthy piece of trash, a good for nothing hood. In this neighborhood, we call you a greaser. You should know greasers shouldn't walk alone when it's starting to get dark out."

I laughed dryly, "Well, thanks for the info; I'll be seeing you later."

I tried to push through them. Normally, if someone would have called me trash, I would have busted them up real good, but when the odds are five on one, against you, you try to get the hell outta there as quick as you can. But these chicks, they weren't about to let me go. I should have figured that much, but it was worth a shot.

"We're gunna teach you a lesson, grease." One of the five told me.

My brother, whose in the cooler for the next few years, had always taught me to handle each fight the same way. First, you size up the competition. If you're down on your luck, which I happened to be, you look for anything that might help you out. Checking out my surroundings, I grinned when I found a pop bottle. Like lightning, I picked it up and broke off the end.

"Well alright, but I'm just gunna make it fair. Teach away." I replied with a grin.

Adding a broken bottle, a switchblade, etc. to a fight always increases your chances at a win. As much as I love a good fight, there was no way in hell I was going to be able to win this one. My best bet was to hold them off as long as I could till someone either came along or until I could slip away and make a run for it. Their leader, a brunette dressed in your typical white, well-off type of outfit, threw insults at me for a while. For being so high in society, this girl sure did have a dirty mouth. She tired of this, seeing as I played it cool and didn't let it bother me.

"Get her." She told her friends smoothly.

Before I could even react they had me down and were pounding the shit out of me. I gasped for air and used the bottle, which I had somehow managed to keep in my hands, to clock one of the girls who was on top of me. They kept pounding though. You better believe I was kicking, swearing, and punching my brains out. I got a few blows in, but all the real damage was being to me. The sound of sirens filled the air, and for the first time in my life, I was actually relieved to hear the sound. The girls piled off of me and ran for their car.

"Welcome to Tulsa." The brunette cackled before speeding off, leaving me in the dust.

I moaned and spat out the blood that had collected in my mouth. After an unsuccessful attempt at trying to stand, I sprawled out on my back on the cool asphalt and waited for some of my strength to come back. Sometime after that I drifted off. Minutes, hours, or days later, I'm still not sure which, passed before I awoke to the warm rays of the sun pouring down on me. Slowly, I rose to my feet. My only thought was that I needed some aspirin to help the intense pounding in my head that was echoing throughout my entire body. Swaying violently, I surveyed my surroundings and saw a sign for the DX, the same gas station we had back in Stillwater. No one must have passed me during the night, because my backpack didn't get lifted and thank god for that; it held all the clothes and little bit of money I had left. I started on my painful walk to the DX. It was like I was drunk, for I could not walk in a straight line to save my life. I was staggering all over the goddamn sidewalk. Somehow, though, I was able to make it to that gas station. Well alright, I made it to the parking lot before I passed out cold, but I still made it.

I awoke with a start to some cold water being poured on my head. Murmurs from people passed into my ears.

"I think she's comin' to," one of them said.

My eyes opened, and before me were a bunch of boys with worried looks on their faces.

"You okay, darling?" asked the one with the long, rusty-colored sideburns.

"Barely." I responded.

"What happened to you?"

"Some girls.. red mustang convertible.. socs.." I trailed off.

A cold sweat began dripping down my back and my head started dropping. Man, I was in bad shape. The last thing I remembered before dropping off again was being picked up by the big one with muscles and him telling someone named Ponyboy to go wake Dallas up and tell him to get off the couch.

Alright, that's chapter one in the series. Obviously, from now on the gang will be in it more often. I'll try to put chapters up as much as I can. Review and tell me what you think.