Saturday Night Monologue

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

The furious winter swindles our space by wearing its spurious faces and sending the echoes of a promising message over the sea. Today they will get the satisfaction they need and tomorrow your doubts shall outstrip the benefits of a prime litany. As for them who distance themselves from failing company expansive time exists although the alimentary rudiments will trigger their senses with false alarm.

I stare at myself in the mirror. What do I see? I see a socially awkward teenager, I see someone who is oblivious to the immensity of real life, I see a dancing phenom. I like to compare myself to John Travolta from Saturday Night Fever, and it's not my groovy hairdo and careless attitude that builds this parallel, it's the fact that we’re both kings of the dance floor. Unlike John, I'm no connoisseur in the art of 70’s disco, instead, I’ve mastered the Latin dances of quinceañeras.

Lori definitely mentioned Larry being sneaky and being scared for his job. She said he's been doing other sneaky things around there too. She said that Mr. Dates doesn't play games and he enjoys our relationship and has made it very clear to Larry not to entertain Alpha Dog. I'll remind you on Monday to reach out to Harry, and I'll add you to the Tuesday invites.

To my hopes, I was able to publish this chapter much sooner than expected. I'm hoping to get another chapter out this week, but I can't be certain due to the fact I'll be very busy starting on Friday. Anyways, I apologize for any grammatical errors present and please rate and review. Also, sorry for any medical or other inaccuracies. I don't own The Outsiders or it's characters.

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

Let me tell you the story of a young man named Billy Bob.Billy Bob is a young man who lives with his parents Jilly Bob and Willy Bob. He has a unique story, he is the only man in the world who doesn’t age. I know you are wondering how can this happen. Back in his hometown Smithfield,Virginia. He was in his laboratory he had built just two years ago, working on a super strength drink. This was what looked to be the way for him to become strong and rich. It didn’t work the first time so he drank some more of it and yet again it didn’t work, feeling like a failure he went back in his parents house disappointed. Yet did he know he had made something no human has ever made in the history of time.

I live in a small town called Oia. Because Oia is a small town that everyone lives there knows each other like family. We always help each other when they needed help. One day coming back from work Simon stop us.

What has just happened? I have been injured and the rain is rushing down very strong on Andy and I now. Is Andy alright? Why were we attacked? What are we going to do in this dark alley where nobody can spot us? I just wish I could cry out for Andy since he can't do it himself. Lying here getting chilly and more soaked by the minute I wonder if anyone will ever waltz back here, then abruptly I notice a couple. I think, Andy I spot people that can assist us! The two stroll closer and closer to Andy and I. I’m sensing more anticipation each step until it all diminishes when they duck into a doorway not noticing that we are ten feet away. I could pick up on Andy’s pain getting worse now. Faintly through Andy’s groaning I could hear the two ranting about him, then all of the sudden

Charles walks into his living room and says “Oh boy!” I can’t wait to play my Nintendo. Charles rushes to the TV but wait! His Mom steps in front of the TV and says nope you have to go to school. “Awww man!” groans Charles. “Heres your McDonald's leftovers”says his mom have a good day. "Well see you later I have to drive my new Chevrolet Camaro!"

I don’t know why I’m here. It makes no sense. I’m confused, and I’m angry at mother. Who is she to tell me that I need some new scenery, something to take my mind off of Anne? I’ve been fine for months; why is she just now sending me off? Mother says that London will be good for me. She says that the abundance of people will make me forget, but how could I ever let the memory of that night slip away? Anyway I’m here now; I’m supposed to help the Williams family. Mr. Williams is a member of Parliament, and he’s a greasy old toad. However, I will never utter those words aloud, for I’d be in quite the predicament. Mr. Williams’ wife, Liza, is like a fresh spring breeze; she is so kind and gentle, and she braided my hair every night this past week. I still haven’t met their daughter, Abbey because she is at boarding school, about to complete her last semester. They tell me that she is

Jaevion, Tyler and Glenn are turning out as okay roommates. Ok...so... Tyler and Glenn are okay. Jaevion is something else. He's almost never in the room, always out partying.

There once was a quote by George Bernard, it says “There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it”. This quote may sound a little confusing at first, but after thinking about it, it actually makes a lot of sense. Most people spend their entire life, or at least most of it, searching for one thing. They aspire to one specific thiing and that’s all they know. They want it, they need it, and once they finally get it everything will work out and be perfect. We get our heart set on a specific thing, and if we never get it; it’s like we will never really know what we are missing out on and will never be truly fulfilled. Not getting one’s heart’s desire is a true tragedy.

It was a moonlit sky with the stars blaring out to me. I love the stars, they brighten the dark sky, they brighten his eyes when I look into them while he's viewing the darkness too. But when he looks at me, he just sees a dull face looking back at him. I tear up and almost cry, only I look up at the stars and wonder what would happen if everything were different. If I never went out tonight, I wouldn't feel the way I do for him. Now i'm here, on the roof of his dark blue truck with my friends and his friends. How can someone fall for a guy she barely met 3 hours ago? How can a girl let a man like him slip out of her grasp? I know I wouldn't. Only I do not stand a chance for a guy like him, I do not stand a chance with Derek.