Pepper Ann
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Here's Chapter 3! I hope you like it! I think you'll really enjoy this chapter! It's probably going to be the most stupidest chapter you ever read, but humor me, and say you like it! After I got a bad review for my story Aaliyah, I got writer's block and I don't think I'll get over it, so please don't write a bad review, because it'll break my heart! ^_^! Oh, if you don't remember, David's the guy that "gave" Ponyboy a "bath" in the book. Oh, and on the "riding the trombone like a bull" part, I mean that they ride it like they do on 'Happy Gilmore.' I know it seems all Pepper Ann cares about is music, but in a few chapters, it'll be quite different, so just wait! ^_^!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'The Outsiders' or 'Pepper Ann.' Sorry. I have no idea if there's a song called 'Falling Stars.' If there's not, then it belongs to me. I got the title from the V.C. Andrews book.
Thank You: Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you so so much to all y'all that reviewed, like Carina, BsBcHiCk, WriterChicMA, Hoperz, Ashera, precious little bat out of hell, and LadyAurora2065! Thank you thank you SOOO much! I can't believe I got NINE reviews in three days! ^_^! I love all y'all!
Chapter 3: School Bands & Dreams
I was just stepping on my front lawn, when my brothers and their friends came out of the house. As I said, the blue car was following me. It slowed down, and my brothers and their friends' eyes grew wide. Suddenly, the person driving rolled down it's windows.
"Hey, Pepper Ann!" Randy Adderson said to me. He stuck his head out, and saw David in there, too.
"Oh, hi, Randy, David! How's your Band doing?" I asked him, grimacing at how I met him.
"After we lost and got such a bad grade, the teacher started getting all over us, and I'm thinking of quitting," he told me.
"Don't quit! You just might get a good mark next festival!" I sarcasticially said. I remembered the festival, and how much they sucked. I'm sorry to say so, but all they did was fight each other, and even fought when they were playing! It was horrible!
"Alright, well, see ya later!" Randy and David called to me, and drove away. I went towards the house.
"How do you know Randy and David?" Sodapop asked me, a little surprise in his voice.
"Oh, well, a month ago, our school bands were in a festival. My school got the highest mark you can get, but your school....uh, didn't get so well. They fought all the time, and some of us at my school had to seperate the fights between them. I'm sorry to say this, but your school's band really sucks. They need to stop fighting each other and actually play," I said to them all. They all gaped at me as I went inside. I felt a little guilty putting down their band, because if they hadn't fought, they would've been a wonderful band.
"Well, what does that have to do with Randy and David?" Steve followed me inside, along with everyone else.
"Well, Randy plays the clarinet, and David plays the oboe. That day, I played the English horn. That day, I don't think no one could've played a worse 'Falling Stars' than them," I told them. I remember that. They kept getting distracted by each other.
"O-kay," Sodapop commented to my descriptions. Ponyboy and Johnny were like all frightened and you could see it in their eyes. I remember when they ran away after Johnny killed Bob, a tuba player. I was away on a band competition that lasted two weeks where we competed against all these school bands from around the country. We came in fourth place. Bob's school didn't make the second event, so they went back to Oklahoma, while ours went on to Texas. I remembered seeing my brother's picture on the news and I was like, "WHA!?!" I had to wait a week and a half before I found out everything that happened. Johnny got hurt in a fire, and the doctors thought he would die, but he didn't. He was in a wheelchair, but surprisingly, he can walk on crutches, and what happens from here on is in God's hands. When I came home, I had a small collection of newspapers with Ponyboy and Johnny in them. The Atlanta Constitution, New York Times, etc., etc. They were pretty short articles, but I saved them anyways. Some of them had me in them about the competition and all that.
"Goodnight, y'all," I told everyone and went in my room, and fell asleep with my baseball bat. I like sleeping with my baseball bat for good luck in baseball season. I heard Ponyboy and Sodapop come in and go to sleep, too, but I was too asleep to hear what they said. That night, I dreamed that I was a concert pianist, and when I went backstage after one of my concerts, I saw Nicky making out with Darry. I screamed at them, but they just kept making out. I went back to the stage and saw Milo in a red sequened dress with black high-heels and a huge blonde wig on, singing a version of "She'll Be Coming Around The Mountain," tapping a tamborine against his right hip. Then I dreamed that Sodapop was burning a viola and then Johnny and Ponyboy was riding my trombone like a bull. Then Steve was making humungous dents in a tuba and turned into a gutter clown. Two-Bit was using a flute for a hockey stick and then the flute turned into two piccolos. I was then at an altar where Dally and Alice Kane was getting married. Then Darry came up to me saying that me and Alice Kane had to switch brains and I'll be stuck playing the autoharp for the rest of my life. I started screaming, but they kept doing those disturbing things. Suddenly, I felt people shaking me.
"WHAT?! HUH?!" I screamed, and looked around. I found myself on the floor and grabbing Steve's arm. Everyone was there in the room, looking at me. I let go.
"You were dreaming," Darry told me, "First you were cheering, then screaming, then laughing, then screaming, then laughing, and then you screamed so loud that we had to wake you up, but you were walking on your bed swinging your baseball bat everywhere until the end of your dream."
"Yeah, and you screamed at us in your sleep. You yelled, 'Ponyboy! Johnny! Stop riding my trombone like a bull!'," Ponyboy told me. I started laughing at the remembrance of that part of the dream.
"Then you yelled at me to stop burning the viola," Sodapop said. My laughter ceased.
"Then you said for me to stop playing hockey with a flute," Two-Bit said, "Then gasped because the flute turned into two piccolos or whatever."
"Yeah, then you said that I got married to Alice Kane," Dally sneered, "Like I'd actually do that."
"Then you said I was making dents in a tuba and turned into a gutter clown," Steve said, shaking his head, "You have some weird dreams."
"The worse thing was, that as Darry tried to wake you up, you grabbed Steve's arm and thought he was Darry. You begged him not to make you switch brains with Alice Kane and play the autoharp or something," Sodapop told me.
"Sorry," I apologized to them, "Was I that loud?"
"Yeah, I thought you were dying or something," Two-Bit said to me.
"Sorry, I'll try to be more quiet," I said.
"C'mon, some of y'all have school tommorow," Darry instructed them. They all went out except Sodapop and Ponyboy and they were talking in the bad that they shared. I was too tired to spy on them, so I just slept a dreamless sleep, thankfully.
*Please Review unless it's really mean! This was meant to be funny and meant to make ya laugh!*
In Loving Memory of Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes.
1971-2002
-Heaven has another angel.
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Here's Chapter 3! I hope you like it! I think you'll really enjoy this chapter! It's probably going to be the most stupidest chapter you ever read, but humor me, and say you like it! After I got a bad review for my story Aaliyah, I got writer's block and I don't think I'll get over it, so please don't write a bad review, because it'll break my heart! ^_^! Oh, if you don't remember, David's the guy that "gave" Ponyboy a "bath" in the book. Oh, and on the "riding the trombone like a bull" part, I mean that they ride it like they do on 'Happy Gilmore.' I know it seems all Pepper Ann cares about is music, but in a few chapters, it'll be quite different, so just wait! ^_^!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'The Outsiders' or 'Pepper Ann.' Sorry. I have no idea if there's a song called 'Falling Stars.' If there's not, then it belongs to me. I got the title from the V.C. Andrews book.
Thank You: Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you so so much to all y'all that reviewed, like Carina, BsBcHiCk, WriterChicMA, Hoperz, Ashera, precious little bat out of hell, and LadyAurora2065! Thank you thank you SOOO much! I can't believe I got NINE reviews in three days! ^_^! I love all y'all!
Chapter 3: School Bands & Dreams
I was just stepping on my front lawn, when my brothers and their friends came out of the house. As I said, the blue car was following me. It slowed down, and my brothers and their friends' eyes grew wide. Suddenly, the person driving rolled down it's windows.
"Hey, Pepper Ann!" Randy Adderson said to me. He stuck his head out, and saw David in there, too.
"Oh, hi, Randy, David! How's your Band doing?" I asked him, grimacing at how I met him.
"After we lost and got such a bad grade, the teacher started getting all over us, and I'm thinking of quitting," he told me.
"Don't quit! You just might get a good mark next festival!" I sarcasticially said. I remembered the festival, and how much they sucked. I'm sorry to say so, but all they did was fight each other, and even fought when they were playing! It was horrible!
"Alright, well, see ya later!" Randy and David called to me, and drove away. I went towards the house.
"How do you know Randy and David?" Sodapop asked me, a little surprise in his voice.
"Oh, well, a month ago, our school bands were in a festival. My school got the highest mark you can get, but your school....uh, didn't get so well. They fought all the time, and some of us at my school had to seperate the fights between them. I'm sorry to say this, but your school's band really sucks. They need to stop fighting each other and actually play," I said to them all. They all gaped at me as I went inside. I felt a little guilty putting down their band, because if they hadn't fought, they would've been a wonderful band.
"Well, what does that have to do with Randy and David?" Steve followed me inside, along with everyone else.
"Well, Randy plays the clarinet, and David plays the oboe. That day, I played the English horn. That day, I don't think no one could've played a worse 'Falling Stars' than them," I told them. I remember that. They kept getting distracted by each other.
"O-kay," Sodapop commented to my descriptions. Ponyboy and Johnny were like all frightened and you could see it in their eyes. I remember when they ran away after Johnny killed Bob, a tuba player. I was away on a band competition that lasted two weeks where we competed against all these school bands from around the country. We came in fourth place. Bob's school didn't make the second event, so they went back to Oklahoma, while ours went on to Texas. I remembered seeing my brother's picture on the news and I was like, "WHA!?!" I had to wait a week and a half before I found out everything that happened. Johnny got hurt in a fire, and the doctors thought he would die, but he didn't. He was in a wheelchair, but surprisingly, he can walk on crutches, and what happens from here on is in God's hands. When I came home, I had a small collection of newspapers with Ponyboy and Johnny in them. The Atlanta Constitution, New York Times, etc., etc. They were pretty short articles, but I saved them anyways. Some of them had me in them about the competition and all that.
"Goodnight, y'all," I told everyone and went in my room, and fell asleep with my baseball bat. I like sleeping with my baseball bat for good luck in baseball season. I heard Ponyboy and Sodapop come in and go to sleep, too, but I was too asleep to hear what they said. That night, I dreamed that I was a concert pianist, and when I went backstage after one of my concerts, I saw Nicky making out with Darry. I screamed at them, but they just kept making out. I went back to the stage and saw Milo in a red sequened dress with black high-heels and a huge blonde wig on, singing a version of "She'll Be Coming Around The Mountain," tapping a tamborine against his right hip. Then I dreamed that Sodapop was burning a viola and then Johnny and Ponyboy was riding my trombone like a bull. Then Steve was making humungous dents in a tuba and turned into a gutter clown. Two-Bit was using a flute for a hockey stick and then the flute turned into two piccolos. I was then at an altar where Dally and Alice Kane was getting married. Then Darry came up to me saying that me and Alice Kane had to switch brains and I'll be stuck playing the autoharp for the rest of my life. I started screaming, but they kept doing those disturbing things. Suddenly, I felt people shaking me.
"WHAT?! HUH?!" I screamed, and looked around. I found myself on the floor and grabbing Steve's arm. Everyone was there in the room, looking at me. I let go.
"You were dreaming," Darry told me, "First you were cheering, then screaming, then laughing, then screaming, then laughing, and then you screamed so loud that we had to wake you up, but you were walking on your bed swinging your baseball bat everywhere until the end of your dream."
"Yeah, and you screamed at us in your sleep. You yelled, 'Ponyboy! Johnny! Stop riding my trombone like a bull!'," Ponyboy told me. I started laughing at the remembrance of that part of the dream.
"Then you yelled at me to stop burning the viola," Sodapop said. My laughter ceased.
"Then you said for me to stop playing hockey with a flute," Two-Bit said, "Then gasped because the flute turned into two piccolos or whatever."
"Yeah, then you said that I got married to Alice Kane," Dally sneered, "Like I'd actually do that."
"Then you said I was making dents in a tuba and turned into a gutter clown," Steve said, shaking his head, "You have some weird dreams."
"The worse thing was, that as Darry tried to wake you up, you grabbed Steve's arm and thought he was Darry. You begged him not to make you switch brains with Alice Kane and play the autoharp or something," Sodapop told me.
"Sorry," I apologized to them, "Was I that loud?"
"Yeah, I thought you were dying or something," Two-Bit said to me.
"Sorry, I'll try to be more quiet," I said.
"C'mon, some of y'all have school tommorow," Darry instructed them. They all went out except Sodapop and Ponyboy and they were talking in the bad that they shared. I was too tired to spy on them, so I just slept a dreamless sleep, thankfully.
*Please Review unless it's really mean! This was meant to be funny and meant to make ya laugh!*
In Loving Memory of Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes.
1971-2002
-Heaven has another angel.