The bus rumbled from under the gang of greasers. All of them were doing their own thing as they waited to get to their destination. They had been on the bus for hours, thanks to Two-Bit. Two-Bit had stolen a raffle ticket and entered it and somehow won the week-long vacation to an isolated ski cabin in the woods, totally private. Instead of taking his family, Two-Bit decided to bring along the gang. They had all agreed that a break from the crap in Tulsa was for the better. Plus it was winter break so there wasn't much to do.
Hours of driving, the plains turned into a mountainous scene caped with thick layers of snow and the break of morning—when the first streak of light peaked over the horizon—was now pitch-dark.
Finally, the bus slowed to a stop and the driver told the gang that he couldn't take them any farther. "Cabin is a couple miles up the mountain. It should be safe, just don't walk alone."
"Alright, thank you." Darry nodded and the gang grabbed their bags, which didn't hold much. They all took out flashlights outside thankful for the light.
"Oh, and enjoy your stay at Blackwell," the driver said slowly. The bus door closed but the driver didn't leave yet. He was waiting for them to disappear in the darkness past the towering gates.
The gang was about to head up, but Two-Bit stopped everyone. "Hold up, I forgot the key." Two-Bit turned to the bus and boarded again.
Johnny leaned towards Ponyboy and Dally with a twisted up uncomfortable face. "I have to go to the bathroom," he whispered, a bit embarrassed.
"Then go," Dally said. Johnny looked out towards the laughing darkness like something was going to jump out towards him and snatch him away. Dally rolled his eyes. "Johnny the kid, and I are heading up."
"Do you know the way?" Soda asked.
"We'll follow the path," Ponyboy reassured. Darry and Soda gave him a worried glanced. "I'll be fine."
The three of them headed through the snow, turning on the flashlights to illuminate their paths as the snow reflected the light back towards them. Right off, the climb was steep and hard and within minutes of following on the path, the three were breathing heavily. Ponyboy rubbed his arms to keep warm, breath visible. He shivered but it wasn't from the cold, which was another thing. It felt like someone or something was watching them. It was probably just nighttime jiggers though.
The night was supposed to be the coldest night in the year, the wind was light but enough to get through the layers of clothing and chill a person to the bones. The snow slowed the three down, being shackles to their ankles, and covered the trail to the cabin. The three at this point didn't know if they were going the right way.
Finally, a towering log cabin came into view, illuminated by snow-capped street lamps and bright windows. The cabin was two stories plus a basement and attic and was the length of a hotel's bottom floor.
"Are the lights supposed to be on?" Johnny asked.
"I don't think so," Dally answered, taking a gun out from his jeans and tensing his body. We stopped at the bottom of front porch stairs.
What should Dally do?
A) Wait for others
B) Scope everything out
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Here's the first short chapter. Here's how it's going to work out in choosing how you want the story to proceed. Every choice, no matter how small or stupid will change how the story moves on and it is your choice if a character dies. This will be popular vote but you can't tell me directly in the reviews for whatever reason of a rule on FFN. I will put up a poll but I know there are lazy reviewers out there so just put it in the review without using the letters. Start a word with the letter given, no matter how random it is. Start your review with the word 'boob' or 'apple', I don't care. Thank you.
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