Hey! This is my new story! It's about a young Soc girl named JoAnn Pennington, who gets beats up by her dad. Then Tim and Dally save her. Jo becomes friends with the Curtis gang, but lives with Tim. She starts falling in love with Curly, who pushes her away. Things in parenthesis are practically the meaning of a cuss word that's supposed to be there. I don't cuss, so I censor. ;)
I don't own anything except my ideas, and JoAnne. ;) *wink, wink*
JoAnne's P.O.V
My feet pounded on the pavement of the side walk, during my run. I held my side, the touch causing me to go into severe pain. I kept running, my father was angry, and started assaulting me. Not even all the makeup in the world would hide my biggest scar. My emotional scar. I used to be proud and I walked with my head held high, but now I'm quiet and shy. I continued to run, feeling the warm, sticky liquid seep through my fingers. Blood. No doubt about it. Father had stabbed me, tonight. He hated me. Father hated that he had to spend his money taking care of a girl. I knew he had wanted a son. Instead he got JoAnne Pennington.
When I got to the East side, I slowed down to a walk. Yeah, I said East side. I was stumbling quite a bit. I collapsed under a tree, and shivered. I took one of my hands off my wound, and looked at it. It was dangerously pale, where it wasn't covered in blood. I heard some people approaching, and I ducked down. I hoped it wasn't Father. Anyone but him.
Tim's P.O.V
Me and good ol' Dally were walking around. We have just jumped some Socs which was always a good time. We heard some faint whimpers of pain, but we ignored it. As I drew near the park, it grew louder. I cussed under my breath, taking a drag off of my cigarette. I finally noticed a small form under a tree. It appeared to be a young girl. Dally and I walked past the girl casually. We pretended to just notice her. She looked around 15, and at some point she began to weep softly.
Dally and I didn't know what to do. She was kind of pretty, and if she was older, Dallas and I would be trying to get with her. Then out of nowhere a tall man came loping over. He was shouting threats and the girl started crying even harder. "You worthless girl! Get over here!"
I suddenly felt bad for this little kid. She looked terrified, and you could see the fear glistening in her green eyes. I also got a little protective over her, and Dal could tell also. I looked the man in the eye, and said firmly, "Get away from the girl."
"Or what? She's my flesh and blood!" The man roared, pulling a birth certificate out of his pocket. I rolled my eyes, this guy must be talked to about his daughter a lot, to be carrying her birth certificate around.
Dally had the same idea as me. He snatched the document, and took his lighter out. He burned the paper, with a devilish grin. "You gave your rights up. Get the (bleep) outta here!" He snarled viciously, pushing the girl's father back.
"Filthy hoods!" The man bellowed, before storming off seething.
The girl looked up at us, clutching her side. She rose off the ground, with a groan. "T—thanks…" The girl mumbled. I studied her carefully, and I found certain features that stuck out. She had emerald green eyes, silky looking dark brown hair, and freckles that dust her nose and cheeks.
"Whatever." I replied, as I kept walking. Dally followed my lead, walking off in a slouchy position.
I didn't want to leave the girl alone, she was so petite, and would be an easy target for anyone. But I'm Tim freakin' Shepard, a tough hood. I can't go around helping little girls. I heard a thud, tha echoed a little in the emptiness of the night, and turned around. The girl was lying on the cement unconscious. We walked over to her, and Dally moved her arm off of her torso. She had a ginormous cut on her stomach. "(Dang) it! What kind of guy would do this to his own kid?!" Dally roared, and I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to help her. I also knew, because of his pride, I'd have to suggest the idea.
"Hey, Dal. I don't think it's a very good idea, leaving an hurt 'lil kid on the streets at night." I said, scooping the kid up. She was really pale, and I knew she couldn't be like that naturally. "Let's take 'er to the Curtis's. She could probably stay there."
"Sure." Dally lit a cigarette, then took a long drag. Then we were on the way to the Curtis house. I knew Ponyboy Curtis, he buddies around with my kid brother, Curly. I once caught them holding cigarettes against each other's fingers, and cracked their heads together. I strangely felt like I need to protect this girl, even though I don't know her. She was like a little sister, or cousin, or whatever the (heck) you'd call them. Soon, we got to the Curtis's house. Dally and I walked in slowly.