The Haughting of Kat Tessman and Ponyboy Curtis
I dont own The outsider that is property of S.E. Hinton.
I DO own Kat, Becca, and Kara Tessman. Before Johnny and Dally died Kat had always been right beside one of them. So when they died she broke. She barely spoke any more, quit enjoying painting, and stopped writing. Ponyboy started spending alot of time at Kat's house with her and her Aunt Becca and Becca's boyfriend. Things start happeing that shouldn't be and the two teens begin thinking that Dally and Johnny may still be there.
"Kat! Kat! C'mon wake up you have school today!" I opened my eyes as Becca ripped open my yellow curtains letting light pour onto me. I groaned rolling out of bed then standing up to look in the mirror. Same pale skin, same shoulder blade length white blonde hair, same blue eyes, same me. I trudged into my kitchen to see Becca's boyfriend Marli Dawson sitting at our table across from my friend Ponyboy Curtis. "Hey..." I mumbled grabbing a cup and making myself some chocolate milk. I sat on my counter looking down at my outfit. Black t-shirt, faded blue jeans with ripped knees, and black All-Star Converse.
"El hoy va a morder!" I growled jumping off the counter and grabbing my back pack. (The English translation is "Today is goin to bite") "Pony let's get a move on, I wanna go hang out in the art room." Ponyboy jumped up grabbing his back pack and following me outside. "Bye Becca! Bye Marli!" we yelled. The last thing I remember before sitting down in the art room was the metal gate swinging closed behind me with the same old 'clang!' noise. I was still on edge from Johnny and Dallas dying, and I just couldn't adjust for some reason. Probably because the funeral was going to be in a few days and I was supposed to sing there. Once Dally and Johnny died I fell apart, even if it doesn't really seem like it. I completely black out, I forget everything, and I've lost interest in my three favourite things. I stopped writing, I stopped dancing, and I stopped playing the piano. Personally I think I'm very good on the piano along with alot of other people. Ponyboy sighed and said "Darry is taking me to a new councellor today. I know he wants to help me but I really wish he would just mind his own buisness sometimes, ya know?" I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. "Yeah man I feel ya. Tommorow Marli is driving me to visit another phyciatrist. This will be the fourteenth one we've tried. He and Becca are desperate to fix me but, man I just don't see it happening!" I wish Becca would just drop it and let me live my life but she refuses. She and Marli are real worried because almost everynight I have these nightmares and I wake up screaming and crying. Everytime Becca and Marli go to bed after calming me down I feel like some one is sitting next to me stroking my hair....the way Johnny used to when I would freak ou at night. I know that's ridiculous though, I mean I was at the hospital with Pony and Dally, I WATCHED him die, so why do I feel like he's still there these last few days? "Hey Pony? Would you think I'm crazy if I felt like Johnny's still here sometimes? I mean these last few days I could swear I can feel him watching me or I feel like Dallas is at my place hiding from me, waiting to scare me the way he always did?" Pony stared at me then quietly said "No your not crazy....I have felt the EXACT same way for the last few days." Then he got up and left. As I stared after him I began wondering what the hell would make us feel the same thing?
"El hoy va a morder!" I growled jumping off the counter and grabbing my back pack. (The English translation is "Today is goin to bite") "Pony let's get a move on, I wanna go hang out in the art room." Ponyboy jumped up grabbing his back pack and following me outside. "Bye Becca! Bye Marli!" we yelled. The last thing I remember before sitting down in the art room was the metal gate swinging closed behind me with the same old 'clang!' noise. I was still on edge from Johnny and Dallas dying, and I just couldn't adjust for some reason. Probably because the funeral was going to be in a few days and I was supposed to sing there. Once Dally and Johnny died I fell apart, even if it doesn't really seem like it. I completely black out, I forget everything, and I've lost interest in my three favourite things. I stopped writing, I stopped dancing, and I stopped playing the piano. Personally I think I'm very good on the piano along with alot of other people. Ponyboy sighed and said "Darry is taking me to a new councellor today. I know he wants to help me but I really wish he would just mind his own buisness sometimes, ya know?" I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. "Yeah man I feel ya. Tommorow Marli is driving me to visit another phyciatrist. This will be the fourteenth one we've tried. He and Becca are desperate to fix me but, man I just don't see it happening!" I wish Becca would just drop it and let me live my life but she refuses. She and Marli are real worried because almost everynight I have these nightmares and I wake up screaming and crying. Everytime Becca and Marli go to bed after calming me down I feel like some one is sitting next to me stroking my hair....the way Johnny used to when I would freak ou at night. I know that's ridiculous though, I mean I was at the hospital with Pony and Dally, I WATCHED him die, so why do I feel like he's still there these last few days? "Hey Pony? Would you think I'm crazy if I felt like Johnny's still here sometimes? I mean these last few days I could swear I can feel him watching me or I feel like Dallas is at my place hiding from me, waiting to scare me the way he always did?" Pony stared at me then quietly said "No your not crazy....I have felt the EXACT same way for the last few days." Then he got up and left. As I stared after him I began wondering what the hell would make us feel the same thing?
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