Hello. This will be my third story. I'd thought I'd go with a story from Soda's point of view. I do realise the grammar isn't perfect but I don't think it's terrible. It's short, yes very short. I know. This is just a test run.
Diclaimer: I do not own the outsiders.
I'm not what people thought I was.
I woke up to a loud muffled scream. I quickly registered it as Pony's. I ran of the living room as quick as I could meeting Darry half way as he came from his room, we collided. I jumped up fleeing past him and into my room, where Johnny was attempting to comfort Ponyboy. I quickly walked toward him but his hand collided with my chest.
"What?" I asked, confused. I was so used to Ponyboy openly accepting my comfort.
"Get the hell away from me! How could you? How could you do that to us Soda!" He screamed at me. I wasn't the only one shocked either.
"Do what? Pony, calm down please." Darry, shook his shoulder gently. "Soda. What did you do?"
"N-nothing. I don't know. I don't-" I stopped, my voice getting cut off. I felt an instantly sharp pain in my stomach and doubled over.
"Soda? Soda?" I heard people call, over and over but I didn't register it. Surely Ponyboy didn't know. How could he? I didn't mean to, it was just a mistake a stupid mistake. I didn't mean to; words not commonly used by me. I usually took blame, graciously accepting it. I wasn't sure what happened. All I know is I'm not what people thought I was.
Reviews are appreciated. :] Hope ya'll somewhat liked it. I was trying to get a more edgier look to Soda. I hate the way he's portrayed sometimes.
