First let me just say I've never gotten why people open up stories by talking to "everyone who's reading this." Second, has anyone ever noticed how much Micky Mouse has changed over the years? I mean, have you ever sat down to watch a movie and there's that whistling Micky/boat/flippy thingy? I always get freaked out by that. In eighty years am I going to look like that new Micky, all strange and neon? Not saying the old one is not scary because trust me... By now, if my plan has been working, you are engrossed in the rambling of my mind and are ready to read the story with your full attention and not the attention span of one who has just spent the last three hours reading fan fiction. If you are wondering what the last sentence means I think it might be time to read a book. I've read that the first ten pages of a screenplay must, and I will repeat MUST, catch the reader's (A.K.A. judge's) attention or else it goes "in the pile" and trust me, you don't want to be "in the pile." (points to whoever can tell me what book that's from) Now, I will start my story. Have fun. Read well. Enjoy. It's there. It's waiting. Just read it. Please go. NOW! Wow, I really have you entranced. This is actually kind of scary. YOU CAN GO NOW.
Pony's POV:
Prologue
It's been about a year since that scare with Johnny. We all though he was going to die. The doctors thought he was gonna die. And even if he didn't die, they were sure he would be paralyzed for life, but somehow Johnny pulled through. People say it was an act of God. Two-Bit credits wining the rumble.
Dally insists that he always knew he would make it. Nobody believes him. Nobody really cares though. Johnny was home, and that's what mattered.
After Johnny came home, we've been closer than we've ever been. Dairy tells me every day how lucky he's to have me. Soda drives me and Johnny to school whether we want him to or not. Even Dally stops cruising for chicks and getting into wild fights at a reasonable hour, and stops by the house at one in the morning to check on us.
Johnny's officially moved in with us. The whole gang was ecstatic when they heard. The night of his first day with us, we had a big party for him. The official reason was that he was still alive and able to walk, but the real reason was only made more clear when Soda, Two-Bit, and Steve went and messed up Johnny's old house. He wasn't supposed to know about it, none of us were, but when the cops were knocking on our door saying that Johnny's old house had been egged, toilet papered, glued, and painted; and that swear words had been spray painted on the house, the lawn, the door, the car, the garage, the cat, and even the mailbox, we all knew who to blame.
Johnny's mother had apparently given the officer a list of possible suspects and we were all on it. Ironically the three guilty ones were the ones that convinced the officers that it must have been some of Bob's friends, still mad at Johnny for killing him. The cops left when they found out who our Johnny was, and we never heard about it again.
We were happy. But trouble can find you even if you're not looking for it, which was something my gang hasn't done in a long time. Sometimes the one of biggest mistakes of your life can just be helping someone.
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