Chapter 2: Knowing
I stood there for a couple more minutes; taking in everything that happened.
I had fought with Mr. Smith many times before, but we had never walked away from an argument. We always made sure to solve it in case something happened and we would regret it later. This was the first time that he walked away from me.
Slowly lifting my head, I realized 7 pairs of eyes were watching me; still standing in a line with grimness emotions covering their faces.
"You c-can l-leave" I stuttered, turning around
I was about to start walking towards the lineup for dinner, but a hand grabbed my arm before I could take the first step.
I was turned around to face another boy; his hair brown and covered in a greasy substance with brown eyes that were currently peering into my own.
He looked about my age with a different look than the others in his group. He looked young, so innocent; almost as innocent as the wide-eyed, tanned boy standing next to him. The one who looked like my puppy I saved from the streets back in Moscow, one that had been through too much for his age. The boy's appearance made him look young, but I could tell he was older by the way he held himself up; the way he could hold my gaze for so long.
"Are you okay?"
They're voices held an accent I had never heard before. I silently laughed at the idea of the whole of America speaking like they did.
I then nodded to answer his question; slowly tugging my arm away and taking a step back to get a better look at them all.
"My name is Ponyboy, and this is my buddy Johnny" Ponyboy said, gesturing to himself and the scared puppy-looking boy.
I nodded again, looking at the boy who spoke earlier; the handsome one with the tough looking expression.
Ponyboy, seeing where my gaze headed, smiled slightly and nodded his head towards the boy I was currently staring at. "That's Dallas Winston, you can just call him Dally though; and the boy beside him is my brother, Sodapop"
In the view of my own eyes, Sodapop was beautiful. Gorgeous, actually. His hair was brown and also held the same amount of grease that they all had, but his eyes were a soft brown that could make any girl's heart melt. He was tall, but not as tall as the others in the group. He also had a slight build; making pictures of toned abs show up in my mind.
"Beside Soda is my brother, Darryl. Call him Darry though; everyone does."
If I hadn't been shivering because of the temperature, I would be shivering due to the fact of just looking at Darry. His eyes were hard, his hair neatly combed back, and his built made him look like a wrestler. He scared my right then and there, but I bit my lip to keep myself from saying anything I would regret later on.
"Two-Bit's the one beside him, and Steve is the last one in the line."
Two-Bit. I found his name the oddest, but then again, Sodapop and Ponyboy were also odd names. Two-Bit was a bit short with a firm chest that probably held a equal amount of abs that they all did. His hair was the color of copper in a perfect swoop in front of his face; his eyes a dancing light bluish-silver. His expression was goofy; happy, but I didn't know why. How could someone keep a happy expression on their face when they were in a place like this?
Lastly was Steve. His hair was in complicated swirls that I would probably never understand, and his eyes were a dark, emotionless brown. Out of the whole group, he was probably the most normal one; asides from his buckteeth.
After taking in the American group once more, I sucked in a cold breath.
"My name is Adina."
It was a short, simple sentence to complete the introduction; but it still felt odd to talk to strangers that I hardly knew. I never really did talk, other than when I was spoken to, or carrying out an argument.
"That's a pretty name." Sodapop commented, sharing a quick glance with Dallas Winston.
There was a silence for a couple minutes until Darry spoke up.
"Are they eating dinner right now?"
I nodded, looking towards the lineup again. "The food is not that good, but we need to keep up our strength here, and eating is the only way of doing that."
"What do we do here?" Steve asked as the gang began moving towards the growing lineup.
"Many things. Mines, building tracks; anything the Officers want us to do."
"Sounds like men's work" Darry commented, picking up a beat up metal bowl from the pile.
"It is."
"Then why the hell are you here, broad?"
It was Dally that had spoken; his voice holding an angry tone.
I didn't understand what he meant by calling me a 'broad', but I shook it off. "We don't talk about why we are here; I suggest you do the same."
"You didn't answer my question," He growled, his eyes going into slits menacingly.
"Back off, Dal'," Johnny whispered, "It's her business why she's here, as much as it is why we're here."
Ignoring the cold face Dally gave Johnny, I thought about what he had said. I never did think to wonder about why these Americans were here. I usually never really do care, but to be sent from America all the way to Siberia… it must have been something incredibly big. I shook the thought off, receiving my scoop of the hot, but watery, soup that was splashed into my worn in bowl.
"Dig in" the cook said rudely as the hot liquid splashed onto my fragile hands.
I looked back at the Americans as they received the same amount of soup and took off to find somewhere to sit. I didn't know what it was about them, but I had this feeling that they were not going to last very long here. The feeling made my gut uneasy as I sat by Gustaw, an innocent Polish man, and began sipping my soup.
From that point on, I knew that they were the ones that could help me leave this place; even though they probably didn't know it themselves... Yet.
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