The outsiders

Sandy of the 21st century

The next morning at precisely 6 am, my alarm clock signaled that it was indeed time to face the establishment that causes all misery and woe. Also known as high school. All of the greasers jumped up in alarm at the music that met them.

"What the heck is that?!" Dally said, sitting up.

"Oh, sorry. That's 'The Scientist' by Coldplay." I say, sitting up, yawning.

"Who?" They all ask in unison.

"It's a band." I say sighing.

They nod and look around for clothes.

"Y'all are lucky I had brothers before they moved out." I say grabbing jeans and t shirts and throwing them in their general direction.

Soda grabbed a plaid shirt and jeans with a white tank top. Dally grabbed a darker plaid shirt and his black leather jacket with blue jeans and his regular belt buckle. Steve grabbed a blue jean vest with a grey Tshirt with blue jeans. Johnny and pony dressed in a random band tee with a jacket and tighter blue jeans and converses. Black for Johnny and dark red for Pony. Darry had to borrow some of my dads jeans and a button up black shirt and black tennis shoes. Soda, dally and Steve grabbed my brothers random assortment of various tennis shoes. Two bit crossed his arms and refused to wear anything but his Micky mouse muscle shirt and black leather jacket and blue jeans with dark red converses. By 6:30 all of them were laced up and ready to go. I smile and pull on a red tank top and sodas blue jean jacket, I pulled on black converses and quickly brushed my hair. They all rushed to the bathroom to get their hair and stuff in order. I get in there first and quickly brush my teeth. Soda looks desperately around before loudly exclaiming "Theres no hair grease!" I sigh and say "You look fine just comb it and let's go." They all look at me like I just lost my mind but eventually comply with my orders and meet me in the drive way. The sluggish bus pulls to a halt where we were standing. All the boys and me get on, soda sits beside me and the boys fill in around us seeing there was only one empty seat. Pony sits beside a short brunette and two bit begins to chat up a blond. However, this one girl with shoulder length brown hair and bubble
gum pink lip gloss had been eyeing soda from the moment we stepped on. Her pink lips twitched into something like a smirk. Soda, looking extremely uncomfortable with the situation looked over and asked me
"Who the heck is that?"
I look at him and whisper
"That's the 21st century Sandy."