Sorry I haven't updated in ages, school has been piling up and all that. I also got The Beatles rockband, and it is freaking brilliant! I play it like 247! Okay, I'll shut up now, and you can read the story...
The day had gone by, and it seemed like forever. Forever of checking behind my shoulder, for Socs. Forever of thinking about punches and kicks. Forever of thinking about rings that cut your face. About the parents who hate you.
Finally, the lot, I thought to myself. I was walking home, and was prepared to run from any car that stopped. I knew at least at the lot, I could watch my back.
"Johnny!" I heard a voice call me, and I jumped. My mind jumbled up into a thousand horrible thoughts, but one really shone through. The Socs. I slowly turned around to face who was calling me, and had a wave of relief wash over me. Ramona walked over to me, smiling. But why didn't I recognize her voice? That bothered me. I don't know why, but it did.
"Hi, love," She said, and took my hand. I winced. I looked at her, and she looked real worried, like something bad happened.
"What's the matter?" I asked. She looked at me, and her eyes seemed to be like a mirror. Through it, I could see my reflection. The jagged cut across my face that was stitched up stuck out the most. I shuddered at the memory of how I got it.
"It's you Johnny. You seem quite er- scared of something... Is everything alright?" She started to caress my hand. I looked down, and wondered if I should tell her the truth or not. I didn't want to worry her though, so I decided to lie.
"Everythin' is fine, baby," I said, and looked down to avoid her eyes. She tilted my head up and looked at me.
"Something tells me your lying. Please tell me the truth," She pleaded. Why? If I told her the truth, there would be nothing she could do about it, except tell me everything is going to be okay and all that. But it's not.
"Everythin' is fine, just like I said," I raised my voice a little.
"I know very well it's not," She tried to sound angry at me, but instead sounded scared too. She looked like she was going to cry, and I hated it.
"It's those bloody Socs, isn't it?" She said bitterly, biting her lip. I nodded.
"Johnny, it's okay, we'll, we'll..." She trailed off.
"We'll what? That's right, there ain't nothin' we can do," I said, miserably. Then, her eyes lit up like she had a marvellous idea.
"We can run away. Together."
I shook my head.
"We could do it right now, Johnny," She said, then added, "It would be easy."
"And then what? We'll end up livin' on the streets, and stealin' for food..." I trailed off, and thought of Dally. He was living on the streets at only ten, and stealing food to live. I once again shuddered at the thought of becoming like Dally. I always admired him, like a big brother or something, but I knew I would never be like him. I scared me to even think of being like him.
"No," I said, firmly, and she understood. That's the thing that's tuff with Ramona and I, we know each other well enough to go without words. She then, pulled me in close, and we kissed.
When our lips parted, she said, reassuringly, " We can get through all this, Johnny. We have to stick together though, love."
"I know, " I muttered, then kissed her again. After we broke apart, she said:
"We should do something. Something to get away from all this...."
"Where do you want to go?" I asked.
"I want to get something to eat, at least I want to to have something to eat, love. You've been looking a wee bit pale lately."
With that, she took my hand and started to lead me down the street. I jammed my other hand into my pocket, nervously.
We walked and walked, and I had no idea where we were going. My mind seemed to be in a strange haze, with several different feelings. One was to be with Ramona, and that was the happiest feeling I could get. The other was my anxiety, for the Socs looking to beat the pulp out of me. I just continued, one foot past another.
After a few minutes, I had realized where we were going- The Dingo. I dig The Dingo okay, it's a little dangerous- just last year a girl got shot by some guy. Apparently it was her ex-boyfriend or somethin' like that. Oh well, at least the Socs wouldn't be seen at the Dingo, it was way out of their territory.
When we reached the Dingo, there was no sign of extreme violence- Just a few fistfights going on. I stiffened at the sight of them, and could feel Ramona holding my hand tighter. We headed into the small square building. If you didn't have a car that was okay because you just go on in and order. And so we did.
"Hi I'll have a small serving of chicken fingers and he'll 'ave a burger please," Ramona told the pimply boy, taking our orders.
"That's a good choice!" He said in a real rank voice, and when I glanced at Ramona we were both trying to stifle laughs.
"You can go wait on the grass until I call you over," He said, with a smile that looked plain odd. Ramona smiled back and we went over to the grass. This Dingo was mostly made up of dirt, but there was a few grassy sitting areas. I shrugged my bag off, and so did she. We sat across from each other. I could feel the sun on my back. I then realized that it was almost summertime- Gosh time had gone by fast.
I started to pick at the grass nervously, and could feel Ramona's eyes on me. She pulled my hands away from the grass.
"You've got to calm down, love. Every second I look at you, your figiting." She stated. I pulled my hands away. She sounded like a mother. A mother, not mine.
"I can't help it, okay?" I mumbled, but once I caught her glance I smiled. I don't know what it was, she just made me smile.
"You're a great boy, Johnny." She said, looking up to the sky.
"Where did that come from?" I wondered, then realized I had said it out loud.
"It's always been there. Since the day I met you." She looked at me, right in the eye and I got that feeling again.
We kissed each other. Sweetly.
Too bad we were interrupted by the rank boy calling our orders out.