Man in the Moon

by LetMeChooseAFreakingName

My mama always told me to talk to the man in the moon. The moon is always there, even if you can't see it. Nobody can say the moon isn't real, it always has been real. So no matter what people say it is always there for me. So no I don't pray, I just talk to the moon. And it always listens. Cancer-fic- ON HOLD DUE TO A LOST NOTEBOOK.

1. Chapter 1

I do not own the Outsiders or any of the characters.

The loud crack of the gun rang through my ears. I took off running, starting slow and gradually getting faster. The breeze brushed against my face, helping to keep me brothers are shouting my name over the large crowd. One of the runners started passing me up. A huge burst of adrenaline coursed through my body. I eyed the bright red ribbon at the end of the track. My legs pushed me even harder. Just keep running. Just keep running. I was almost there, but a sharp pain shot up my thigh. I lost control of my speed and unwillingly slowed down. The ribbon wrapped around my waist as I passed the finish line. I turned left and jogged over to my teams bench.

I dropped into a sitting position and and chugged down the rest of the water I had. When I finished I grabbed onto my left leg and started massaging it. I seriously have to stretch before running a little more, I thought. It was time for the announcer to reveal the results, " Going to state is: In first place, Michael Jacobson. Just 0.2 seconds behind him, Ponyboy Curtis, and i.." That's all I needed to hear. Second place! Second freaking place! I failed. I failed. I FAILED. If my stupid leg would have cooperated I would have won. One of the coaches walked up to me and placed a fake silver metal around my neck. "That concludes this years district track meet," the announcer dismissed everyone on the field to leave.

I jogged over to where the gang stood, my metal thumping against my chest. "Great job Pony," both my brothers said simultaneously. "Your so fast Ponyboy. You were like," Two-bit made the 'sounds' of running. I smiled, but I wanted to yell "Not fast enough!" We began walking towards where Two-bit's car, and Darry's truck were parked. My knee began cramping and I bent over to grab it. "You okay kid?" Steve asked. "Just peachy," I mumbled under my breath and nodded. "Welp I gotta get home tonight. You comin' Stevie? Your place is on the way." Steve nodded in agreement and went over to Two-bit's car. I slid into the truck besides Darry. A large warm hand was place on my shoulder. I looked up to see a very proud Sodapop. "You did amazing kiddo, quit kickin' yourself for being in second." I sent him a toothy grin. Leave it to Sodapop to always know what I'm thinking. Darry revved up the engine and started the drive home.

When we got back, the first thing I did was shower. I had to wash all the sweat off of me before bed. I stepped into the stream of warm water, and allowed it to calm down all of my aching muscles. As I rubbed the soap against my skin, I noticed a large bump just above my left knee. What in the world?, I thought. I gently touched the swollen area and an excruciating pain shot up my thigh. It felt as if someone was dragging a knife up and down my leg from the inside. I twisted the knob, shutting off the water, and wrapped a towel around my waist.I padded into my bedroom and changed into some blue flannel pajama pants. Before stepping out, I tried bending my left leg back all the way. Very bad idea. I groaned in pain and quickly dropped my leg to the ground. "You okay Pony?" Darry said when I stepped out of my room. He must have heard me when I bent my leg back. "Uh yeah. I just stubbed my pinky toe," I lied. I'll tell him tomorrow. If it is still swollen and hurting in the morning, I will have to tell Darry.

Yay chapter one, done. Let me know what you think so far, expecially if it is constructive critisism. I think I need a little more of that. Thanks, bye frutatas.