Disclaimer- Okay,here is another story by me! This one is based on a book called "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton (or atleast I think that's the author's name.). Great book! I love it. At the end,I cried. But it was wonderful! For those of you who haven't read it, read the darn thing! And for those of you who have,you know what I'm talking about.
Well, I don't own any of those characters from the book. I own Angel,her parents,Peril, Charles,Dotty,Inspector Jones, Katie and her cronies, Butch (the dog),and I think that's it. Oh, and I own Joe. Jade is the creation of my friend Holli's mind. I have permission to use her,though. Now, I would like lots of reviews for this story. I hope you like this one very much!
"Stop! Theif! Someone stop that girl! She just stole my wallet!," yelled the astonished tourist.
"Who is it this time,cheif?," yelled one of the officers.
"Angel! Again! Angel,get back here this instant, young lady! You're going to be arrested if you don't stop! Quit running!"
"Not a chance,porky!," the teenager yelled over her shoulder at the obese officer chasing her down the alleyways of Brooklyn."You want me so bad, come and get me!"
Running as fast as she could, she decided which routes to take. Left turn,right turn, over a garbage can,under a truck ramp, and suddenly, she was trapped between a chain-length fence and the officers that would surely take her back to Juvinell Hall. Panting,she looked around for any hope of escape. But it looked like luck wasn't on her side this time for there was no way out and the police were closing in fast. Before she knew it, they wrestled her to the ground and slapped handcuffs on her.
Deciding to stay quiet this time,Angel let them force her into the back of a police car and close the door. Soon,they were on their way to the police station and Angel would once again be transported to the place that she now thought of as her second home: Juvie.
As the cop car turned a corner,Angel saw her escape. A tall man was standing in one of the alleyways. She knew this man as her partner in crime. His name was Joe. Even in the dark alleyway,she could see his blue eyes glaring at her. Kicking the door open, she turned backwards and threw herself from the car and onto the pavement on her bottom.
Without even checking to see if she was alright,she sprang to her feet and ran towards Joe.When she reached him,she was throughly winded from the chase and to her utter surprise, he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she were a bag of potatoes.
She could see the policemen spring from the cars and give chase. Then they shouted for Joe to stop running or they would shoot,which he totally ignored their warning and kept running. As they rounded the corner, a rain of bullets flashed past Angel's face, one nicking her cheek.
When they reached the hide-out,only then did Joe put Angel down. He looked her over to make sure that no harm had to come to her.He watched her straighten her leather jacket and pull down her white spaghetti-strap top. Her boot-cut straight legged jeans were too tight in the rump and ripped under the back pockets,at the knees,and just under the front pockets, Her straw-colored hair was pulled into a hasty bun that had strands coming out of the sides, She took the pins out,shook her head and smoothed the waist-length mane down.
As she strode around the room,she threw her jacket on a chair,kicked off her white sneakers and flopped down onto the trashy sofa. She looked around the room with disgust. 'What a dump',she thought with loathing. Life was her enemy. Death too,for that matter. Death had stolen her parents from her when she was only nine and Life had given her this. She had to steal for money,clothes and food. Living in this junk heap was the only other choice she had to living like a bum on the street.
She looked up and took in all of Joe's handsome looks. His chestnut hair was cut short, his tanned face amd arms were a dark olive color.His most startling feature in Angel's opinion were his cobalt blue eyes.They had an exotic slant to them that was facinating. At seventeen,Joe had been an orphan and on his own for almost ten years now. He had a nice build due to weight lifting.
From the beaten-up vanity's drawer,she pulled out a sterling silver hairbrush with an opal handle.This was the only thing that Angel had left to remember her mother by. She slowly ran the bristole through her hair and lost herself deep in thought.
Joe had come up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back against his stomach and tilted her head back to look into his eyes.
"We've got to get some more money. We're running low again," he explained in a grim tone.
"Right," she replied without any thought. "Illegal poker game?," Amgel asked with a smile.
"Exactly," he replied with a wonderful grin.
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Well,how'd ya like it? Review and let me know! Later Days, loyal readers.
Well, I don't own any of those characters from the book. I own Angel,her parents,Peril, Charles,Dotty,Inspector Jones, Katie and her cronies, Butch (the dog),and I think that's it. Oh, and I own Joe. Jade is the creation of my friend Holli's mind. I have permission to use her,though. Now, I would like lots of reviews for this story. I hope you like this one very much!
"Stop! Theif! Someone stop that girl! She just stole my wallet!," yelled the astonished tourist.
"Who is it this time,cheif?," yelled one of the officers.
"Angel! Again! Angel,get back here this instant, young lady! You're going to be arrested if you don't stop! Quit running!"
"Not a chance,porky!," the teenager yelled over her shoulder at the obese officer chasing her down the alleyways of Brooklyn."You want me so bad, come and get me!"
Running as fast as she could, she decided which routes to take. Left turn,right turn, over a garbage can,under a truck ramp, and suddenly, she was trapped between a chain-length fence and the officers that would surely take her back to Juvinell Hall. Panting,she looked around for any hope of escape. But it looked like luck wasn't on her side this time for there was no way out and the police were closing in fast. Before she knew it, they wrestled her to the ground and slapped handcuffs on her.
Deciding to stay quiet this time,Angel let them force her into the back of a police car and close the door. Soon,they were on their way to the police station and Angel would once again be transported to the place that she now thought of as her second home: Juvie.
As the cop car turned a corner,Angel saw her escape. A tall man was standing in one of the alleyways. She knew this man as her partner in crime. His name was Joe. Even in the dark alleyway,she could see his blue eyes glaring at her. Kicking the door open, she turned backwards and threw herself from the car and onto the pavement on her bottom.
Without even checking to see if she was alright,she sprang to her feet and ran towards Joe.When she reached him,she was throughly winded from the chase and to her utter surprise, he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she were a bag of potatoes.
She could see the policemen spring from the cars and give chase. Then they shouted for Joe to stop running or they would shoot,which he totally ignored their warning and kept running. As they rounded the corner, a rain of bullets flashed past Angel's face, one nicking her cheek.
When they reached the hide-out,only then did Joe put Angel down. He looked her over to make sure that no harm had to come to her.He watched her straighten her leather jacket and pull down her white spaghetti-strap top. Her boot-cut straight legged jeans were too tight in the rump and ripped under the back pockets,at the knees,and just under the front pockets, Her straw-colored hair was pulled into a hasty bun that had strands coming out of the sides, She took the pins out,shook her head and smoothed the waist-length mane down.
As she strode around the room,she threw her jacket on a chair,kicked off her white sneakers and flopped down onto the trashy sofa. She looked around the room with disgust. 'What a dump',she thought with loathing. Life was her enemy. Death too,for that matter. Death had stolen her parents from her when she was only nine and Life had given her this. She had to steal for money,clothes and food. Living in this junk heap was the only other choice she had to living like a bum on the street.
She looked up and took in all of Joe's handsome looks. His chestnut hair was cut short, his tanned face amd arms were a dark olive color.His most startling feature in Angel's opinion were his cobalt blue eyes.They had an exotic slant to them that was facinating. At seventeen,Joe had been an orphan and on his own for almost ten years now. He had a nice build due to weight lifting.
From the beaten-up vanity's drawer,she pulled out a sterling silver hairbrush with an opal handle.This was the only thing that Angel had left to remember her mother by. She slowly ran the bristole through her hair and lost herself deep in thought.
Joe had come up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back against his stomach and tilted her head back to look into his eyes.
"We've got to get some more money. We're running low again," he explained in a grim tone.
"Right," she replied without any thought. "Illegal poker game?," Amgel asked with a smile.
"Exactly," he replied with a wonderful grin.
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Well,how'd ya like it? Review and let me know! Later Days, loyal readers.