Chapter One"Hauled
in again, Dallas?" asked officer Edward Franklin, sighing in a
defeated kind of way. Dally of course, rolled his eyes and
then continued to glare at him. So, the officer continued. "You've
exceeded your jail-time limit," he said cautiously. "I'm
afraid, instead of beign sentenced to even more jail time, we'll have
to send you to... to... well, you know." "No,"
Dally said coldly. "I don't know." Officer Franklin
eyed him wearily and sighed. "Bootcamp, Dallas. We'll have to
send you to bootcamp."
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The day that he was due to leave arrived, and the gang was saying their goodbyes.
As Poyboy stepped foward, Dally grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him aside.
"You better watch out for Johnny, kid. Keep him outta trouble."
Not knowing what to say, or maybe, not wanting to say the wrong thing, Ponyboy just nodded.
"Alright Dal."
It was just after the gang had finished with their goodbyes that a bus pulled up in front of the house. It looked like a normal school bus. Yellow. Nothing too interesting.
Anyway, the door opened, and out stepped a man in an army hat, uniform, sunglasses and boots. How you'd picture any boot camp leader to look. Although his face was covered in pimples. He was what some people would call 'an acne case.' (A/N: like Melanie calls Steven.)
The sargent looked tough, but not as tough as Dallas. And Dally certainly wasn't going to take orders from him, because he took orders from no one.
The sargent however, had other plans.
Yeah, short short short. I can't make it any longer, I'm dead lazy.