1Diclaimer: (This disclaimer is for the entire story, so I won't write it at the beginning of every chapter.) I don't own anything that S. E. Hinton owns.
I hope everybody likes this! It's just something to do in my boredom. . .By the way, if there are spelling and grammar mistakes, just know they're there on purpose because I don't think the characters would have perfect spelling and grammar. (They didn't in the book.) Enjoy!
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It was seven o'clock, so I figured I ought to get up and get ready for school. It was my first day of fith grade, and I wanted to be ready to go by 7:30 so I could walk with Sodapop. The sounds of my parents fighting in the living room were growing louder by the minute–as they did every morning–and I was hoping to get out of the house before they started throwing stuff. ". . .HE AIN'T MY KID, AND I TAKE CARE OF HIM MORE'N YOU EVER DID!. . ."
"HE SURE AS HELL AIN'T YOUR KID'N YOU AIN'T TAKIN' IM NOWHERE!"
"WHAT'S HE GONNA DO WITH SOME DRUNK LOSER? YOU AIN'T GONNA TAKE CARE O' HIM! LEAST I CAN GIVE HIM A HOME WHERE I AIN'T GONNA BE DRUNK EVERY SECOND O' THE DAY!"
I sighed and hopped out of bed. My parents were always fighting. Now my mom was getting a divorce and that made Dad madder than heck, so they been fighting more than ever. They always bring me into the fight sooner or later. Mom wants to take me with her, but it's real hard for her 'cause she ain't my real mom. My dad married her when I was a real little baby. My real mom died from some sickness, but Mom's always been there for me, so she's my mom to me. Only problem is, the state don't see it that way, and they're making me stay with my dad unless he let's me go with my mom. I really want to go with her. Dad's always drunk and he gets real mean sometimes. There was a sound of something glass breaking and I thought, too late, they've already started throwing stuff. I pulled on my new jeans and t-shirt and started tying my tennis shoes. I always liked the first day of school. Mom took me shopping for new clothes the day before, so I'd look all nice for the first day. We never got much, 'cause we don't have a lot of money, but anything was better than nothing. At least that was the way I saw it.
"YOU AIN'T TAKIN' MY KID!"
"YOUR KID? SINCE WHEN IS HE YOUR KID? YOU NEVER DONE ANYTHING FOR HIM 'LONG AS I CAN TELL!"
"HE'S MY KID, AND I AIN'T SIGNIN' NO PAPERS TO LET YOU TAKE HIM!"
I walked into the living room on tip-toe, hoping they wouldn't notice me. "FINE! I'M LEAVING!" I stopped dead. No. No, please don't let her leave now. Don't leave me. Mom turned around and started walking to the door. My old man just stood there with a beer bottle hangin out of his hand and looking real surprised. I was by the front door when she came bursting by. I just followed, leaving the old man standing there. Let him rot, I thought angrily. Let him drop dead and rot there. Right then, I hated my dad. He ruined everything.
"Mom! Don't go! Wait for me!" I ran after her. Mom stopped and waited for me. I was crying by then, and I hated myself for it.
"Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. . ." She hugged me close so I could smell her perfume. Sweet, but not too sweet–like flowers. My mom was the prettiest lady in the world to me. She had soft brown hair and brown eyes that always shined when she was happy. I burried my head in her arms and cried some more. ". . .You promise me something, won't you Stevie?" I sniffed and wiped my nose on the back of my hand. Only my mom could call me Stevie. It didn't sound so bad when she said it. I sniffed again and nodded. Fresh tears were running down my face, but I let them go. "You're a smart boy, Stevie. You can do real good in life–real good. You promise me you'll make something of yourself. Promise me you ain't gonna live like this forever. You ain't gonna become like that trash. Promise me that, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." I couldn't catch my breath.
"You be good, you hear? Be good. Get good grades."
"Okay." My voice was squeaky.
"We'll see each other again, sweetie. Goodbye." She broke the hug and walked away. I can still remember it–the wind blowing her dress and hair as she walked away.
"Bye." I waved to her. I waved till she was too far for me to see, then I started off for school. Only now I wasn't so excited. My only mom–the person that ever really loved me–had left. I never saw my mom again. She lied to me. I never saw her again.
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It was short, but I thought that was a good place to end the first chapter. Should I keep up with the story? PLEASE REVIEW!