Hey you guys. havn't written here in ages. Ah.. yes.. well here goes!
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Pony's POV
Darry always told me that I don't use my head. I guess he was right. I looked around to make sure that no one was about to jump me. IT was kind of hard to see at night, though. Yeah. I know that it was stupid to walk home alone from the park, but like always, I wasn't using my head. Oh well, my goal at the moment is to just safely get back home unscathed. It's a tough goal. but I have a good feeling tonight. Well, considering that fact that it's only about seven o' clock and that most of the Socs don't come out till nine, I think I'll be okay. Or so I thought.
I was getting nearer and nearer to my house to the point at which I began muttering, "Yes! I'm home free!"
Boy, sometimes you just have to laugh at how incredibly wrong you are. I began to hear a few voices whispering around the hedge near my street.
"Got the guns.?" a low voice said. It strangely sounded like Randy. Why would Randy need guns?
"Yeah. those Curtis boys better watch out." another voice muttered. Wait. that couldn't be right. I made up with Randy earlier. He couldn't be out to kill us could he? I had to tell Soda and Darry right away. Making sure that they didn't see me, I broke into a fast sprint down the road. Only a few blocks of silent running and I would be home. I wasn't as successful as I thought I could be.
"Hey! Isn't that one of the Curtis'?" someone yelled. Oh boy. A series of pounding feet began to follow me. I let out a soft chuckle. Think they could beat the star track runner? Let them try. I willed my legs to go as fast as possible and soon, the footsteps stopped. Usually, one would be happy at this sign, but. it just made me even more anxious. Socs don't just stop chasing after someone just cause they're fast. I started to stumble up the steps to my house, which I had fortunately ended up in front of. After every step I took I glanced back behind me. I kept walking while I faced the other way and soon bumped into something. I let out a strangle yelp as the person I had run into grabbed my arms.
"Whoa. whoa. Pony.. calm down, kid. Something happen on the way to two-bits?" Soda asked, releasing my arms.
"Yeah.. sort of." I mumbled and suddenly realized how weird I must look- panting so heavily.
"Well, you see when I got to Two-bits, no one was home so I decided to go for a walk around the park. And you know, it started getting dark and I couldn't find anyone to walk with, so I kind of just walked home alone again. Then on the way back I somewhat ran into a group of Socs that were planning to kil-" I stopped. For some reason, I didn't want to tell him what I had heard. Soda was wearing a huge grin on his face and I definitely didn't want to ruin his mood.
"Uh. what were the Socs planning to do?" he asked suspiciously.
"Um.. They were planning to kick around a eh.. dead squirrel!" Okay that might have been the dumbest substitute for "kill" ever. He didn't seem convinced.
"Hey, soda. I'm kind of tired so I'm just gonna go to bed now," I quickly said and tried to push past him into the house. He blocked me and looked at me in a strange way.
"Aw.. come on Soda I'm tired!" I pleaded. He continued to look at me for a few more seconds and then smiled.
"Whatever you say Pony, whatever you say." He put his arm around me and we both entered the house.
Pony's POV
Darry always told me that I don't use my head. I guess he was right. I looked around to make sure that no one was about to jump me. IT was kind of hard to see at night, though. Yeah. I know that it was stupid to walk home alone from the park, but like always, I wasn't using my head. Oh well, my goal at the moment is to just safely get back home unscathed. It's a tough goal. but I have a good feeling tonight. Well, considering that fact that it's only about seven o' clock and that most of the Socs don't come out till nine, I think I'll be okay. Or so I thought.
I was getting nearer and nearer to my house to the point at which I began muttering, "Yes! I'm home free!"
Boy, sometimes you just have to laugh at how incredibly wrong you are. I began to hear a few voices whispering around the hedge near my street.
"Got the guns.?" a low voice said. It strangely sounded like Randy. Why would Randy need guns?
"Yeah. those Curtis boys better watch out." another voice muttered. Wait. that couldn't be right. I made up with Randy earlier. He couldn't be out to kill us could he? I had to tell Soda and Darry right away. Making sure that they didn't see me, I broke into a fast sprint down the road. Only a few blocks of silent running and I would be home. I wasn't as successful as I thought I could be.
"Hey! Isn't that one of the Curtis'?" someone yelled. Oh boy. A series of pounding feet began to follow me. I let out a soft chuckle. Think they could beat the star track runner? Let them try. I willed my legs to go as fast as possible and soon, the footsteps stopped. Usually, one would be happy at this sign, but. it just made me even more anxious. Socs don't just stop chasing after someone just cause they're fast. I started to stumble up the steps to my house, which I had fortunately ended up in front of. After every step I took I glanced back behind me. I kept walking while I faced the other way and soon bumped into something. I let out a strangle yelp as the person I had run into grabbed my arms.
"Whoa. whoa. Pony.. calm down, kid. Something happen on the way to two-bits?" Soda asked, releasing my arms.
"Yeah.. sort of." I mumbled and suddenly realized how weird I must look- panting so heavily.
"Well, you see when I got to Two-bits, no one was home so I decided to go for a walk around the park. And you know, it started getting dark and I couldn't find anyone to walk with, so I kind of just walked home alone again. Then on the way back I somewhat ran into a group of Socs that were planning to kil-" I stopped. For some reason, I didn't want to tell him what I had heard. Soda was wearing a huge grin on his face and I definitely didn't want to ruin his mood.
"Uh. what were the Socs planning to do?" he asked suspiciously.
"Um.. They were planning to kick around a eh.. dead squirrel!" Okay that might have been the dumbest substitute for "kill" ever. He didn't seem convinced.
"Hey, soda. I'm kind of tired so I'm just gonna go to bed now," I quickly said and tried to push past him into the house. He blocked me and looked at me in a strange way.
"Aw.. come on Soda I'm tired!" I pleaded. He continued to look at me for a few more seconds and then smiled.
"Whatever you say Pony, whatever you say." He put his arm around me and we both entered the house.