Pepper Ann
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Oh hey! After writing about six different versions of Chapter 4....here it is! It's much different than my first idea for this chapter, but that'll come later in the story. Oh, this story is set in the 1960's, even though P.A. acts a little TOO modern.
Modern A/N: Okay, I wrote this a LONG time ago! Further chapters are going to be SOOO much better with the stuff I have planned....^_^!
Disclaimer: 'The Outsiders' belongs to S.E. Hinton and 'Pepper Ann' belongs to Sue Rose.
Chapter 4: Nicky & Report Cards
That very wierd encounter last night made me a very drowsy Pepper Ann. I didn't realize it until I heard my brother Ponyboy's voice saying, "Hey, shouldn't Pepper Ann be at the bus stop by now?"
"I don't know, wake her up," Sodapop said and then a pillow was thrown at my face.
"AHHH!!!! WHAT WAS....HEY WHY IS THE SKY SO BRIGHT....WHAT TIME IS....AHHHHH!!!!!! I'M GONNA BE LATE!!!!!" I said without thinking. I had looked at the time: 6:00 A.M. The bus was coming in five minutes!!!! I lept up and literally threw myself in the bathroom. Three minutes later, I was dressed and out of the bathroom.
"Hey, two extra minutes!" I exclaimed. I looked in the mirror for like two seconds patting my hair, then got out my bassoon and playing that thing you hear at baseball games where you yell "Charge!" at the end, and ran out of the door. I was about a quarter there, when I realized, I forgot something. Quickly I ran back. I burst through the door, and everyone looks up.
"I FORGOT MY TROMBONE!!!!!!!!" I yell Bloody-Mary, and went under the couch between where Soda and Steve were sitting and grabbed my precious trombone that I had since the third grade. It was my very first instrument, and me and Mr. Trombone had gone through lots of times together. It was also really special because my it was my Daddy's trombone. My mother also gave me an instrument, too, that she had played in the sixth grade but gave it up for a "normal" social life. I still don't get it, but at least she kept it. She gave it to me in the fifth grade. Darry played Daddy's trombone for like, one year, but quit to play football. What a dummy. Sodapop didn't even give it a try, and Ponyboy really didn't like it, so they are all dummies. How could they NOT love playing these? But it could be worse, such as if Darry hogged the trombone or something. My parents were really proud at my musical talents, but then again, they were proud of everything I did, like when I switched from the baseball team to the football team to the soccer team. I don't even think my brothers care if I'm on the streets, so so much for support now.
"Hey, P. Ann. I mean, Second Place P. Ann," she said with a smirk.
"Alice Kane, shut it. I'm tired of you talking to me," I said, and went on. She rolled her eyes. Suddenly, but not soon enough, the bus came. It was a regular fun day at school, until something really weird was happening. Nicky was still zoned out from my house.
"Hello, Pepper Ann, how's your eldest brother, Mr. Curtis?" she asked in a strange voice. She hadn't been like that since she started going out with Stuart Walldinger in the seventh grade. What was going on? Am I being completely oblivious to something?
"She's been like that ever since yesturday," Milo whispered in my ear.
"Did Darry do something to you when we weren't looking?" I asked her softly.
"No, he just mezmerized me with himself just like in 'Jane Eyre,'" she was still acting crazy.
"Um....do you think she likes-," Milo started, but then Nicky started floating away, dancing while her Advanced Trigonometry book was on her head. I looked at Milo and he just shrugged. It was like this all throughout the day. Even in Orchestra, she forgot to put rosin on her violin (and broke a string) and she played the wrong notes. She has NEVER done that! What has Darry done? Did he even do anything?
The time came for me to get on the bus. I carried my trombone, alto sax, and bassoon with me. I stormed all the way home not caring if people gave me weird looks. When I got home, I found that Darry was the only one home. Darry was at the kitchen table signing papers or something.
"Darry....I have a question........WHAT DID YOU TO NICKY?! Aha-aha-aha! SHE'S A ZOMBIE AND YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT DIDN'T YOU?!" I pointed my shaky mad right index finger at him.
"Uh-I haven't done anything with Nicky except to tell Milo and her hello and goodbye," he said.
"Are you....sure?" I asked reluctantly.
"Yes, I am," he said, "Are you okay, Pepper Ann?"
"I am, but Nicky isn't. She's been acting weird since she was over here, she calls you Mr. Curtis, and the worst thing of all....she forgot to put rosin on her violin and broke a string AND she played the wrong notes," I told him, "She hasn't been like that since she started dating Stuart Walldinger. Well-actually, when she WAS dating Stuart Walldinger, she was hiding in the bathroom playing in one of the stalls and writing the pros and cons of dating on toilet paper, but nothing like this." When I said the thing about the toilet, Darry looked at me and felt my forehead.
"Are you sure you're okay, Pepper Ann?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am. Anyways, sorry for my false accusations," I apologized, "Oh yeah, my report card came in today." I handed him my report card and went to my room. I didn't want him to see my Math grade. I got a 85! THAT'S A C! My teacher got so mad when I did! EEK! Forget Nicky, I'm going to die when he sees my grade! Oh well-I'll just play my bassoon. Who knows when I'll ever get a chance to play the bassoon again?
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Oh hey! After writing about six different versions of Chapter 4....here it is! It's much different than my first idea for this chapter, but that'll come later in the story. Oh, this story is set in the 1960's, even though P.A. acts a little TOO modern.
Modern A/N: Okay, I wrote this a LONG time ago! Further chapters are going to be SOOO much better with the stuff I have planned....^_^!
Disclaimer: 'The Outsiders' belongs to S.E. Hinton and 'Pepper Ann' belongs to Sue Rose.
Chapter 4: Nicky & Report Cards
That very wierd encounter last night made me a very drowsy Pepper Ann. I didn't realize it until I heard my brother Ponyboy's voice saying, "Hey, shouldn't Pepper Ann be at the bus stop by now?"
"I don't know, wake her up," Sodapop said and then a pillow was thrown at my face.
"AHHH!!!! WHAT WAS....HEY WHY IS THE SKY SO BRIGHT....WHAT TIME IS....AHHHHH!!!!!! I'M GONNA BE LATE!!!!!" I said without thinking. I had looked at the time: 6:00 A.M. The bus was coming in five minutes!!!! I lept up and literally threw myself in the bathroom. Three minutes later, I was dressed and out of the bathroom.
"Hey, two extra minutes!" I exclaimed. I looked in the mirror for like two seconds patting my hair, then got out my bassoon and playing that thing you hear at baseball games where you yell "Charge!" at the end, and ran out of the door. I was about a quarter there, when I realized, I forgot something. Quickly I ran back. I burst through the door, and everyone looks up.
"I FORGOT MY TROMBONE!!!!!!!!" I yell Bloody-Mary, and went under the couch between where Soda and Steve were sitting and grabbed my precious trombone that I had since the third grade. It was my very first instrument, and me and Mr. Trombone had gone through lots of times together. It was also really special because my it was my Daddy's trombone. My mother also gave me an instrument, too, that she had played in the sixth grade but gave it up for a "normal" social life. I still don't get it, but at least she kept it. She gave it to me in the fifth grade. Darry played Daddy's trombone for like, one year, but quit to play football. What a dummy. Sodapop didn't even give it a try, and Ponyboy really didn't like it, so they are all dummies. How could they NOT love playing these? But it could be worse, such as if Darry hogged the trombone or something. My parents were really proud at my musical talents, but then again, they were proud of everything I did, like when I switched from the baseball team to the football team to the soccer team. I don't even think my brothers care if I'm on the streets, so so much for support now.
"Hey, P. Ann. I mean, Second Place P. Ann," she said with a smirk.
"Alice Kane, shut it. I'm tired of you talking to me," I said, and went on. She rolled her eyes. Suddenly, but not soon enough, the bus came. It was a regular fun day at school, until something really weird was happening. Nicky was still zoned out from my house.
"Hello, Pepper Ann, how's your eldest brother, Mr. Curtis?" she asked in a strange voice. She hadn't been like that since she started going out with Stuart Walldinger in the seventh grade. What was going on? Am I being completely oblivious to something?
"She's been like that ever since yesturday," Milo whispered in my ear.
"Did Darry do something to you when we weren't looking?" I asked her softly.
"No, he just mezmerized me with himself just like in 'Jane Eyre,'" she was still acting crazy.
"Um....do you think she likes-," Milo started, but then Nicky started floating away, dancing while her Advanced Trigonometry book was on her head. I looked at Milo and he just shrugged. It was like this all throughout the day. Even in Orchestra, she forgot to put rosin on her violin (and broke a string) and she played the wrong notes. She has NEVER done that! What has Darry done? Did he even do anything?
The time came for me to get on the bus. I carried my trombone, alto sax, and bassoon with me. I stormed all the way home not caring if people gave me weird looks. When I got home, I found that Darry was the only one home. Darry was at the kitchen table signing papers or something.
"Darry....I have a question........WHAT DID YOU TO NICKY?! Aha-aha-aha! SHE'S A ZOMBIE AND YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT DIDN'T YOU?!" I pointed my shaky mad right index finger at him.
"Uh-I haven't done anything with Nicky except to tell Milo and her hello and goodbye," he said.
"Are you....sure?" I asked reluctantly.
"Yes, I am," he said, "Are you okay, Pepper Ann?"
"I am, but Nicky isn't. She's been acting weird since she was over here, she calls you Mr. Curtis, and the worst thing of all....she forgot to put rosin on her violin and broke a string AND she played the wrong notes," I told him, "She hasn't been like that since she started dating Stuart Walldinger. Well-actually, when she WAS dating Stuart Walldinger, she was hiding in the bathroom playing in one of the stalls and writing the pros and cons of dating on toilet paper, but nothing like this." When I said the thing about the toilet, Darry looked at me and felt my forehead.
"Are you sure you're okay, Pepper Ann?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am. Anyways, sorry for my false accusations," I apologized, "Oh yeah, my report card came in today." I handed him my report card and went to my room. I didn't want him to see my Math grade. I got a 85! THAT'S A C! My teacher got so mad when I did! EEK! Forget Nicky, I'm going to die when he sees my grade! Oh well-I'll just play my bassoon. Who knows when I'll ever get a chance to play the bassoon again?