Hey guys! So this idea just hit me one day at school when I was having a very Soda-Day...So here it is! This takes place a few months before the Curtis parents die and Soda's still in school...and the chaos that ensues therein. Enjoy and REVIEW THE SECOND YOU'RE DONE!
Disclaimer: This is so annoying...what's the point? We all know we own nothing so it's stupid. Ok, just to make those of you out there searching for a fic without Disclaimer...I'm not S.E. Hinton. Oh darn.
~Rosey
First Hour: Creative Writing
Sodapop Curtis hated school. His reason? He just didn't get it. He defined it as "dumb." His parents and brothers described it as "Doing his best, but just struggling."
He also hated it because it was boring...at least to someone who got drunk on just plain living. The only things he was good at were gym, automechanics, and girls (he was, after all, movie star, Greek God handsome.) Not only that, but he had to wear shoes all the time and couldn't color food purple or green. School. Was. Stupid.
So it was no suprise when he walked in ten minutes late to his first hour-Creative Writing.
"Sodapop Curtis you're late again. I hope you have a GOOD reason this time, not that you had to save an orphan monkey or stop a clown from holding up a bank," Mr. Stevens, the teacher, crossed his arms.
"Hey, this is creative writing. I thought we were supposed to come up with creative junk," Soda flopped into his seat, trying to ignore the stares he could feel drilling into him.
"Creative, yes. Absurd, no," Mr. Stevens raised an eyebrow. "We were just about to start free writing. Take out your notebooks and begin, please."
Soda rolled his eyes and grabbed his notebook full of half-hearted (and half-done) writing assignments and opened to a blank page. He pulled out a pencil and began.
November Somethingth
Well it's a free write day and I have no idea what to write.
Still have no idea.
Still got nothing.
Nopey-de-nopey-de-no.
Ok, I'm bored now so I'm gonna write random stuff.
I wonder if camel spit is sticky or slimy? Ooh I had green pancakes for breakfast even though my mom and dad told me no. Darry didn't eat them. Pony did. Darry eats a LOT though. Mom says it's cause he's a growin boy. I say he's just a pig. Oh and I had a dream last night that a clown on a giraffe kidnapped me! Then he took me behind a pyramid and he was going to sacrifice me to his clown buddies but Snow White saved me. Then the evil queen told me I was the fairest in the land and wanted to make me eat a poison apple but I said no.
Haha Two-Bit just came in later than I did. Teacher don't like either of us cause we're greasers, but we make fun of his dandruff behind his back so it's okay.
Well I'm bored now so I'm gonna "go to the bathroom" now/hang out there until second hour. Bye.
Well? There's his first hour! So all I can say now is...
REVIEWS WILL GET YOU SODA AND A PLATE OF PURPLE PANCAKES!
~Rosey