Well.. I guess I am going to write another chapter. I think the last one I wrote really really sucked. Oh well. Thanks to the people who reviewed. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. S.E Hinton does. :)
The next morning, I was late. The smoke was still in my lungs, and the aftertaste was still there. I had to go to school anyways, because my parents think
I might be smart enough to get a scholarship to some big college. Darry had good grades, and was a big football player, and, he got a lotta scholarships.
But, it wasn't enough to pay for college. I guess Darry is meant to be the muscles of the family, and Sodapop.. He tries, but he can't sit still through
class. Thats why he gets bad grades. I don't think he really cares though. He still goes to school, maybe its because of the girls there. Or maybe its
because his best buddy is there.
Soda's best friend, Steve, goes to school too. He's 16, one year older than Soda. They've been best friends ever since I can remember. His dad is always
making him mad though. He hates his dad so much. He is a hateful person. To tell the truth, I don't really like him that much. He thinks I'm a tag a long,
but, Soda is always asking me to go with them, and I don't wanna say no. Steve is one of us Greasers. There is Two-Bit and Johnny too. Two-bit talks so
much, its almost impossible to shut him up. He lives with his mom, and his sister. His mom works really hard as a barmaid, to pay for Two-bit and his sister.
I've never seen Two-bits dad, and I don't expect too. Johnny has it the worst out of all of us. His parents don't seem to do anything for him, but beat him
up, or yell at him. Every week, he has a new bruise, once or twice, his dad broke his arm. Johnny is quiet, and is the closest to my age, 14 years old.
My school is next to Soda's. Soda and the rest of the gang go to the high school next to my school. So Two-bit drives Johnny, Soda and me to school almost
every day. I woke up late, and I had to run before Two-bit left.
"Hey Pony, slept a little too long?" Two-bit asked. "Sometimes I do that too, but my sister always wakes me up."
"Guess what Pony was up to last night?" Soda said. "He was out smoking." Soda said, with a huge grin on his face.
Johnny looked at me in suprise. (His left eye was swollen) "When did you start to smoke?" he asked me.
"Um.. I was um.. just testing it, to see how it tastes." I said, trying to make up an excuse.
"Its not healthy for you, you know that?" Two-bit added.
"But, you and Johnny smoke." I protested.
Johnny stared at me. "Well, smokin' is bad for little kids like you." Two-bit said, as if he wanted to end the subject.
I just nodded and looked out the window. "Soda, can I stay at ya'lls house tonight?" Johnny asked, quietly.
"Sure! Mom and Dad won't care." Soda said.
Sodapop, Johnny, and Steve really hate school, but Two-bit really likes it. I do well at school, but I don't like it. Its too easy. My teachers were even
talking about moving me up one grade. Because my school ends earlier then the gang, I walk home.
Today I got detention, for taking out my blade to cut the frog I was working on. The small knives they hand out aren't strong enough to cut through. My teacher
saw my blade and gave me a detention. While I was walking home, I noticed somebody sitting up, leaning onto a wall. He looked familiar. I decided I would
help him, whoever he was. When I walked up closer, I knew who he was right away. The blonde hair, the white shirt, the jeans. It was Soda!
"Soda? Sodapop?" I asked.
"Ponyboy?" Soda asked, looking up. His face wasn't beat up that bad, it looked like somebody had punched his right eye. He was grabbing his right arm, and was
clenching his teeth.
"Soda! What happened?" I heard from behind me. When I turned to see who it was, Steve, Two-bit, and Johnny were standing behind me.
"The Socs.. they came, they tried to jump me. I kept them off me for a minute, but then there were so many. They didn't do anythin', they kinda threw me up
against this wall. I think my arm's broke." I looked at his arm, and it was bent out of shape.
"We've got to get you home." Steve said. He helped Soda up, and we all got onto Two-bits car again, and Two-bit drove us back home. When we walked into the
house, my mom was up quicker then I've ever seen her. She didn't ask any questions at first. She brought Soda to my room, and made him lay down. She got our
first aid kit, and hurridley worked on his arm. She wrapped his arm up in bandages, and tried to steady his arm, without hurting him too much. It must've
hurt a lot, because, even while we were sitting outside, we could hear Soda yell once in a while. When we went back inside to see how he was doing, Soda was
sleeping. He looked a lot younger then 15. I guess thats what happens when you sleep. Dad and Darry was home by then. Both of them were worried when Soda
didn't wake up for dinner. But my mom had made him eat some sort of medicine to make him sleep.
The next day, we were all at the table, eating breakfast. It wasn't as loud as normal, because Sodapop wasn't there. After ten minutes of silent eating, Soda
walked casually into the room, with bandages up his arm. His hair was a mess, and he looked tired, but he still smiled and said, "Hey ya'll."
"How are you feeling?" my dad asked.
"My arm hurts a little, and I'm a little tired." Soda replied.
"You can stay home, if you want." my dad said.
"Really? Hey, maybe breaking my arm isn't so bad." Soda grinned.
"Maybe I should break my arm, then, skip work." Darry said sarcastically. "If your arm had been broken any worse, you'd probably be at the hospital right now."
"The boys are really worried." I said.
"They shouldn't be. Tell them I'm okay." Soda replied. "I.." *boom boom* Somebody knocked on the Curtis's door, but before Mrs. Curtis could anwser, the door
opened. Two-bit, Steve, and Johnny (who decided to sleep at home) walked in. Soda jumped up, and ran to the door, but Mr. Curtis grabbed his shirt, and pulled
him back onto the chair. Confused, Soda looked up. "Whats wrong?" he asked. "No energetic movements today." Mr. Curtis said with a laugh. "I'm going to work
now, so, don't run around the house, and try not to move too much okay Pepsicola?" Soda just nodded, and turned to Two-bit, Steve and Johnny.
"Hey ya'll, thanks for bringing me home yesterday." he said.
"No problem, how's your arm? Does it hurt?" Steve asked.
Soda shrugged. "Its okay I guess. It only hurt when my mom was fixin' it."
Johnny nodded, "I broke my arm before too, and it hurt a lot."
Two-bit nodded as well, "I remember. Well, Sodapop, are you going to school or not?" Soda shook his head and said, "I'm homebound today!"
"Oh, I forgot to tell y'all. A new kid moved in the house next to mine yesterday. I think his name was Dallas something. Dallas Winston?"
Thats all.. yeah, I'm sorry it was a little strange, a little bad, and stupid. XD Oh well. I forgot Dally's last name too. Isn't it Winston? Anways, I hope
you liked this chapter, and if you did, please review, and if you didn't please review. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. S.E Hinton does. :)
The next morning, I was late. The smoke was still in my lungs, and the aftertaste was still there. I had to go to school anyways, because my parents think
I might be smart enough to get a scholarship to some big college. Darry had good grades, and was a big football player, and, he got a lotta scholarships.
But, it wasn't enough to pay for college. I guess Darry is meant to be the muscles of the family, and Sodapop.. He tries, but he can't sit still through
class. Thats why he gets bad grades. I don't think he really cares though. He still goes to school, maybe its because of the girls there. Or maybe its
because his best buddy is there.
Soda's best friend, Steve, goes to school too. He's 16, one year older than Soda. They've been best friends ever since I can remember. His dad is always
making him mad though. He hates his dad so much. He is a hateful person. To tell the truth, I don't really like him that much. He thinks I'm a tag a long,
but, Soda is always asking me to go with them, and I don't wanna say no. Steve is one of us Greasers. There is Two-Bit and Johnny too. Two-bit talks so
much, its almost impossible to shut him up. He lives with his mom, and his sister. His mom works really hard as a barmaid, to pay for Two-bit and his sister.
I've never seen Two-bits dad, and I don't expect too. Johnny has it the worst out of all of us. His parents don't seem to do anything for him, but beat him
up, or yell at him. Every week, he has a new bruise, once or twice, his dad broke his arm. Johnny is quiet, and is the closest to my age, 14 years old.
My school is next to Soda's. Soda and the rest of the gang go to the high school next to my school. So Two-bit drives Johnny, Soda and me to school almost
every day. I woke up late, and I had to run before Two-bit left.
"Hey Pony, slept a little too long?" Two-bit asked. "Sometimes I do that too, but my sister always wakes me up."
"Guess what Pony was up to last night?" Soda said. "He was out smoking." Soda said, with a huge grin on his face.
Johnny looked at me in suprise. (His left eye was swollen) "When did you start to smoke?" he asked me.
"Um.. I was um.. just testing it, to see how it tastes." I said, trying to make up an excuse.
"Its not healthy for you, you know that?" Two-bit added.
"But, you and Johnny smoke." I protested.
Johnny stared at me. "Well, smokin' is bad for little kids like you." Two-bit said, as if he wanted to end the subject.
I just nodded and looked out the window. "Soda, can I stay at ya'lls house tonight?" Johnny asked, quietly.
"Sure! Mom and Dad won't care." Soda said.
Sodapop, Johnny, and Steve really hate school, but Two-bit really likes it. I do well at school, but I don't like it. Its too easy. My teachers were even
talking about moving me up one grade. Because my school ends earlier then the gang, I walk home.
Today I got detention, for taking out my blade to cut the frog I was working on. The small knives they hand out aren't strong enough to cut through. My teacher
saw my blade and gave me a detention. While I was walking home, I noticed somebody sitting up, leaning onto a wall. He looked familiar. I decided I would
help him, whoever he was. When I walked up closer, I knew who he was right away. The blonde hair, the white shirt, the jeans. It was Soda!
"Soda? Sodapop?" I asked.
"Ponyboy?" Soda asked, looking up. His face wasn't beat up that bad, it looked like somebody had punched his right eye. He was grabbing his right arm, and was
clenching his teeth.
"Soda! What happened?" I heard from behind me. When I turned to see who it was, Steve, Two-bit, and Johnny were standing behind me.
"The Socs.. they came, they tried to jump me. I kept them off me for a minute, but then there were so many. They didn't do anythin', they kinda threw me up
against this wall. I think my arm's broke." I looked at his arm, and it was bent out of shape.
"We've got to get you home." Steve said. He helped Soda up, and we all got onto Two-bits car again, and Two-bit drove us back home. When we walked into the
house, my mom was up quicker then I've ever seen her. She didn't ask any questions at first. She brought Soda to my room, and made him lay down. She got our
first aid kit, and hurridley worked on his arm. She wrapped his arm up in bandages, and tried to steady his arm, without hurting him too much. It must've
hurt a lot, because, even while we were sitting outside, we could hear Soda yell once in a while. When we went back inside to see how he was doing, Soda was
sleeping. He looked a lot younger then 15. I guess thats what happens when you sleep. Dad and Darry was home by then. Both of them were worried when Soda
didn't wake up for dinner. But my mom had made him eat some sort of medicine to make him sleep.
The next day, we were all at the table, eating breakfast. It wasn't as loud as normal, because Sodapop wasn't there. After ten minutes of silent eating, Soda
walked casually into the room, with bandages up his arm. His hair was a mess, and he looked tired, but he still smiled and said, "Hey ya'll."
"How are you feeling?" my dad asked.
"My arm hurts a little, and I'm a little tired." Soda replied.
"You can stay home, if you want." my dad said.
"Really? Hey, maybe breaking my arm isn't so bad." Soda grinned.
"Maybe I should break my arm, then, skip work." Darry said sarcastically. "If your arm had been broken any worse, you'd probably be at the hospital right now."
"The boys are really worried." I said.
"They shouldn't be. Tell them I'm okay." Soda replied. "I.." *boom boom* Somebody knocked on the Curtis's door, but before Mrs. Curtis could anwser, the door
opened. Two-bit, Steve, and Johnny (who decided to sleep at home) walked in. Soda jumped up, and ran to the door, but Mr. Curtis grabbed his shirt, and pulled
him back onto the chair. Confused, Soda looked up. "Whats wrong?" he asked. "No energetic movements today." Mr. Curtis said with a laugh. "I'm going to work
now, so, don't run around the house, and try not to move too much okay Pepsicola?" Soda just nodded, and turned to Two-bit, Steve and Johnny.
"Hey ya'll, thanks for bringing me home yesterday." he said.
"No problem, how's your arm? Does it hurt?" Steve asked.
Soda shrugged. "Its okay I guess. It only hurt when my mom was fixin' it."
Johnny nodded, "I broke my arm before too, and it hurt a lot."
Two-bit nodded as well, "I remember. Well, Sodapop, are you going to school or not?" Soda shook his head and said, "I'm homebound today!"
"Oh, I forgot to tell y'all. A new kid moved in the house next to mine yesterday. I think his name was Dallas something. Dallas Winston?"
Thats all.. yeah, I'm sorry it was a little strange, a little bad, and stupid. XD Oh well. I forgot Dally's last name too. Isn't it Winston? Anways, I hope
you liked this chapter, and if you did, please review, and if you didn't please review. :)