“What’s A Ship That Everyone Else Loves And You Dislike?”

Rydel Johnston

Born: 2007

Died:2024

Cause of death: gun shot wound to the back of the head

Primary haunting grounds: Unknown

Relationships: The subject seems to be close with Hardaway and friends with Carver, Powell, Lopez and Blanchard.

Primary haunted objects: Unknown

Class of Never After.

I think that older Misty also played Wednesday makes so much sense

Every repost of this photo gives greaseball 1 ( one) banana. Make a diesel happy today. 🫵

John Powell

Born:1902

Died:1920

Cause of death: Purposeful Drowning

Primary haunting grounds: the abandoned chapel (from when Aurora Valley was still a all boys catholic school)

Relationships: He is the first student to die on school grounds so knows everyone, has had affairs with numerous ghost male students throughout the year.

Primary haunted object: his bible (though it’s currently missing)

Yay! I’m finally done, let me know any questions you have about the class of Never After

Dallas: Am I in Hell?

Ladybird: No dal, you’d be sitting on a throne and the devil would be panicking.

Darrel: I want want y’all to stop say odd shit

Sandy from The Outsiders is probably one of if not the most hated character in the book for her cheating on Sodapop and getting pregnant. But what if that wasn’t the whole story? What if the baby truly was Soda’s? And what if she needed to leave Tulsa for her child’s safety and her owns? (This will include 2 of my Outsiders OCs, Kitty Lebeau and Ladybird Curtis)

This is loosely based on the cut dialogue between Soda and Pony in the La Jolla production of the Musical

This is that dialogue.

In this AU, Sandy remains a soc as she is in La Jolla and after she becomes pregnant she learns of her Mother’s plot to have the baby taken away as soon as they are born as she couldn’t possibly have a grandchild with greaser blood. So she turns to the one woman she trusts most in the world, her old cheer captain (and my OC) Kitty Lebeau. (So this is a fusion of La Jolla and the book)

Run Run Captain.

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“So the moment after the child is born they’ll come and take it away? Good. Lord knows I will never have my precious daughter’s reputation stained by the account of some hood. She’ll thank me one day.” I hear mother spit on the phone, my mind races, she can’t! Soda said he would take care of us. Doesn’t she understand!? I slip back into my room, it hadn’t been three days since I found out I was pregnant and she said that she would support whatever I wanted to do, I should have known.

I sink to the floor, tears streaming down my face. Oh god, what do I do? The thought of my child being taken away from me, from us pains me. I can’t tell Sodapop, he’ll go ballistic on mother, then no telling what she’ll do. I could get help from Ladybird, but she’d immediately tell Soda, she is his twin after all. My cheer coach? No, she’d side with my mom, the old bat. So nobody, nobody in the world who could help me. A picture frame caught my attention, it was a picture of my first championship with me holding up our 1st. Place trophy with the help of… oh yes! Why didn’t I think of this before! My cheer captain predecessor, and probably the best thing that could ever happen to our cheer program. Katherine Lebeau.

I waited until it was about 9 at night to sneak out of the house, I hope to god that she was at her mom’s house, the woman’s insane and was abusive towards Katherine. I stop my bike in front of her house, thank god Darrel’s (Katherine’s fiancée) truck is in the driveway. I rush into the house to see Katherine in the kitchen drinking some tea.

“Sandy! What are you doing here? Are you alright?” She quickly stands up from her stool. “Mother’s trying to take my baby away when it’s born” I spit out. Her face goes white, “what?” Her thick Alabaman accent slurs her speech. “Katherine, what do I do?” I cry, she wraps her arms around me. I hear someone else enter the kitchen. “Kitty…Sandy!” Ladybird runs other to us, “what happened!?” Bird asks, her voice dripping in worry. “Mother is gonna take my baby away” I cry. “Hey! I ain’t gonna let her…between the 3 of us we can come up with a plan” Katherine nods to Bird.

After we let go of each other Kathrine stays quiet for a few moments, “Tweety, go to my mother’s bathroom and grab her ring box” She tells Birdie. “…yeah” Ladybird mutters before running upstairs. “You gotta run” Katherine turns back to me, “excuse me?” I ask, “it ain’t safe for the two of you, I gotta house on Montgomery and a full tank of gas and I can get you there before daylight and be back before nightfall. We got a couple of maids and a butler that can help you. Ok?” She asks. It’s for our baby Sandy “…ok” I mutter.

Ladybird comes back in with the box, “this is my mother’s wedding ring, so once you start showing people won’t judge” she pulls out the simple gold wedding ring. “Pretend to be the wife of a Vietnam war soldier, waiting for her husband to return from war… sound good?” Ladybird, the Queen of lies, alibis and aliases asks me. “Uh…yeah that’ll work” i sheepishly take the ring, “I tell Soda about your location” Bird adds, “no!” I protest, “no?” They question in unison. “Listen I love Sodapop with all my heart but he’ll go ballistic if he learns what my mom has done. And I really need to protect my baby at all costs…even if it means breaking the love of my life’s heart” I sigh.

“What do you mean?” Katherine asks, “….tell Soda…tell him the baby isn’t his…tell him that I ‘cheated’ and brake his heart. He won’t come looking for us if he think it isn’t his, then my mom won’t be able to try and find us” I sigh. “No! Nononono, Sandy Whitlock you’re going insane. I can’t do this to my brother!” Bird refuses. “Ladybird…” Kitty puts her hand on Bird’s shoulder, “it’s the safest way” Kitty says softly like a well tuned violin.

“Let’s not waste any time now…I am going to tell Darrel but I promise on my darling sister’s grave that he won’t tell” she promises, “ok…that’s alright with me.” We spent the next 30 minutes running around grabbing stuff for the journey, blankets, soft clothes, warm heat packs. Kitty is on autopilot, which is expected, her best friend and co-captain got pregnant her junior year and that ended with her pregnant and shot dead in the clavicle. “Let’s go!” Kitty yells, Birdie hugs me tightly “bye Sandy, I will see you soon” I smile at her words, “ bye Tweetybird” I jump in the car with Kitty, still on auto-pilot. “Say goodbye to Tulsa my friend, this might be your last time” she sighs.

Run run captain you gotta get out while you can.

This sucks, part 2?

A complex cheerleading stunt V.S. A bunch of 15 year old boys

(Kitty and Darry (Karry)’s first meeting

Death had always been knocking on Kitty’s door. From when her mother would lock her in her room for days without food, to when she was 13 and dropped face first in a bow and arrow stunt, she has had a scar under her lips ever since. Paranoia took up most of her mind ever since, like the grim reaper themselves had rested their head on her shoulder. The first time that gaping feeling had gone away was when she and her cheer team were practicing stunts on the sidelines while the football players were practicing on the field.

While Kitty was up in the same complex stunt (oh the joys of a flyer) the boys had gotten a little too heated and were running off the field with the ball. Where were the running? Right into the cheerleaders. Sarah’s grip on the back of her leg slipped as she was trampled to the ground, Nancy’s as well, this made Kitty fall back into the siege of blood thirsty 15 year olds. Kitty had always new she was going to die young, since she was 10. Now I know that may sound dramatic but 6 foot, 200 something pound boy v.s. 4’11, 98 pound girl? C’mon now. Maybe today would be the day, I mean, she wouldn’t have to go home to her abusive mother and whatever monster she’s with.

Her fantasy is short lived as she falls into the arms of number 67, she screams as her body more or less hits the hard padding of his football uniform, but he stays on his feet. “Are you ok!?” He asks, his worried voice muffled through his helmet. Normally she would be pissed, she had a streak going of no falls but more importantly she’d personally reserved the field for the cheerleaders. But looking into the boy’s blue-green eyes made all of her anger go away, and the feeling of paranoia stalking her since her youth.

“I’m good” Kitty mumbled as both their coaches blew their whistle trying to break up the fight happening atop the cheerleaders. The fight got broken up as the cheerleaders got back up again and the footballer had put Kitty down. “I’m Darrel Curtis, but my friends call me Darry” he shakes my hand. “I am Kathrine Lebeau, but everyone calls me Kitty” she smiles, taking his hand. Her coach blows her whistle “Lebeau! Quit mingling with the player!” She quickly takes a step back from Darry. “I will see you around?” I ask, “yeah” he smiles at me.

“In its simplest form, acting is lying, and a woman acts her whole life”

Ladybird Curtis

“My sister? Ladybird? the sweet-talking Juliet who could probably kill a man in front of a police officer without them arresting her? But most importantly my sister!?”

Ponyboy when Randy told him that he used to date Pony’s sister.