Chapter 11: 101 Ways To Get A Hit, Courtesy Of Anna Bakery
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Most of you want Ponyboy home quick, and so I'm kinda skipping around on his time away from home. Sorry.
Ponyboy's POV
Ever since Soda started walking, he'd been riding horses. Even before he began talking, whenever he'd see a horse he would point at it and grin widely.
He talked early and started walking early, he always wanted to move and to do something. He may not have been book smart, he learned his ABC's late and struggled in school for years, but he could figure things out easily for himself. They're were many definitions of smart.
I'm not sure why I was thinking about this as I watched the rolling hills whiz past me as Anna drove. Maybe it was the wild mustangs I saw, or maybe I was just homesick already. Or maybe it was that I knew Soda's birthday was coming up in a few weeks. He's gonna be seventeen soon.
Maybe I was overreacting about leaving, I mean, at least Darry cared about me. He was probably worried sick, too.
"I got some weed in the back, Ponyboy, if you want it," Anna informed me. I crawled into the backseat and grabbed the weed. Anything to cloud my pessimistic, homesick thoughts.
X (One week since Pony ran away)
There were swirling colors around me. They seemed to talk to me, calling me. I could hear them clearly, despite the fuzziness of my mind. I started to laugh hysterically at the colors.
"Ponyboy," Anna snapped, waving her hand in front of my face. I blinked, confused. I didn't remember taking any acid yet today.
"Whatever," Anna snapped, looking annoyed.
How long has she been talking to me? I wondered.
X (Twelve days since Pony ran away)
"I'm not robbing a bank with you! It's stupid and risky! We can get money another way," I yelled at Anna. My skin crawled. I wanted a trip so, so bad, despite the fact that I just took a pill this morning. I just wanted something to take the edge off. She pushed me backwards, huffing.
"We left to leave it all behind us, to do what we want, not follow by your brothers' rules," she mocked.
I stormed out of the hotel, my hands still shaking, my skin still itching for a hit, but somehow I resisted urge to go crawling back to Anna. I located the nearest pay phone and dialed the familiar numbers.
"Darry?" I asked softly.
A/N: Attack of the cliffhangers! xO
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee
