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Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.
Soda's POV
This morning, I woke up, feeling really sick. I couldn't remember what had happened last night. Last thing I remember, I was walking into the door, trying to be silent, and I remember tripping on the stairs, hurting my arm. It really hurt!
That's all I remember, and I'm annoyed by it. It's Friday, and I was given the day off. I decided I would just stay in bed. Ponyboy was long up, probably at the library, or at the park, with Johnny.
Steve came over at about two thirty, carrying a large black bag.
"Hey Soda," he said to me, being quiet so Darry couldn't hear. "You want some more grass?"
That sparked my memory. I didn't want it, but I wanted it at the same time.
"Yeah. I do." I said quietly.
"Well, to do that, we're gonna need to make money, and I got a way to do it." He said, handing me a book, with what looked like pages of stamps.
"What's this?"
"Acid. We're gonna sell it."
"To who?"
"You'll see."
I got up, out of bed, and slipped on a shirt and a very old, probably dirty pair of jeans before leaving my room. i went to leave, but waited as Steve dropped the black bag out the window.
We came down the stairs, fake laughing to make it seem like nothing was happening.
"Darry! I'm going out with Steve!" I called before we left.
"Okay! Be back for dinner!" he suspected nothing.
We ran out the door, and hopped into Steve's car. He began driving somewhere. Where was it?
We pulled up at the elementary school. I was confused. What were we doing here?
Steve got out of the car, carrying the bag. There were kids from ages five to eleven. We walked up to a little kid, holding a page, ripped out of the book of acid stamps.
"Hey kid," he said smiling at a little eight year old. "Wanna buy some stickers?
"Yeah!" the kid said. I didn't get it yet.
"All you do, it rip them off the sheet, take of the back, lick it, and sick them on your homework. I'll sell ya the sheet for twenty dollars." I started to get it.
The kid gave him the money, and ran off. I saw him lick a stamp, and stick it on something. We began watching, as that innocent little eight year old boy, became high off of LSD, right in front of us.
"Steve!" I said kind of angrily. "How could you sell that to such a young kid!"
"We need money. Do you NOT want to be able to get more of the weed?"
"Yeah, I guess I want more"
"Great. now go and sell these pink ones to one of those little girls over there."
I really wanted the drug, so, I walked over, and sold each little girl, a sheet of pretty, pink, sort of sparkly stamps, that were covered,
In LSD
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