Chapter 11 (Please keep reviewing! You've all been great! This is my
first fan fiction, so I was nervous about putting it on here. But you have
all been great!)
Kayla's mine and all that good stuff. On to the story.
I expect the counselor to come out after me, but she doesn't. She just lets me leave.
I wander through the halls and out of the building. It's cold outside, real cold, and I hold my coat around me tighter. I open up my Biology book, then take out my hidden joint.
The night Darry had found out about the Marijuana, he'd come into me and Soda's room and emptied my backpack, my dresser, the closet. He'd been pretty thorough, just didn't think to look here.
I take out a piece of paper, which is all I have to smoke it from, then I pour the Marijuana out onto it and roll it up.
I need a lighter, but of course I don't have one, so I think hard. Two-bit has a lighter in his car. The window's rolled down, and I reach inside to grab it.
I know I shouldn't light it. I've been doing really good, haven't smoked any for over a week. But I need it. Need it like plants need sunshine.
Glory, but it does taste good. It's what I've been needing, and I think I deserve one more before quitting altogether.
I'm thinking about what it was like right after mom and dad died. Darry had had to fight so hard to keep us. One reason was they didn't want him to give up his college scholarship. "I don't give a damn about the scholarship; you can't take my brothers away! I won't let you!"
It's beginning to get hard to remember. The joint's kickin' in. And I get it. The feeling I've been missing so much. The freedom of all thoughts and the ability to be completely crazy.
That's how I feel when I'm high, like I can do whatever I want to do. The world is mine to mold into any shape I please.
I hear the school bell, but it doesn't occur to me that I should hide, at least not until Two-bit comes out and finds me there, leaning against his car, smoking Marijuana.
"Ponyboy? What are you doin'? Get that damn joint outta your mouth NOW, boy! God, don't you have an inch of sense left in you?"
I stare at him blankly. "Ah, come on Two-bit, chill out. It's not like I'm hurting anyone!"
My sight is becoming hazy, like it always does. I giggle stupidly. "There's two of you, Two-bit! Two-of-Two-bit!"
He shakes his head, then grabs the joint from me, burning himself in the process. He mumbles something under his breath, then screams at me to get in the car.
"What am I supposed to do with you now? Huh, kid? I can't take you to the gas station, Soda wouldn't know what to do with you either."
I shrug.
"I guess I'll take you to my house. I can call Darry from there. He can figure it out; he IS your legal guardian."
"How long were you smoking that, anyway? And where'd you get it?"
My mind can't really put two and two together, and so I mumble something like, "My biology teacher gave it to me."
I expect the counselor to come out after me, but she doesn't. She just lets me leave.
I wander through the halls and out of the building. It's cold outside, real cold, and I hold my coat around me tighter. I open up my Biology book, then take out my hidden joint.
The night Darry had found out about the Marijuana, he'd come into me and Soda's room and emptied my backpack, my dresser, the closet. He'd been pretty thorough, just didn't think to look here.
I take out a piece of paper, which is all I have to smoke it from, then I pour the Marijuana out onto it and roll it up.
I need a lighter, but of course I don't have one, so I think hard. Two-bit has a lighter in his car. The window's rolled down, and I reach inside to grab it.
I know I shouldn't light it. I've been doing really good, haven't smoked any for over a week. But I need it. Need it like plants need sunshine.
Glory, but it does taste good. It's what I've been needing, and I think I deserve one more before quitting altogether.
I'm thinking about what it was like right after mom and dad died. Darry had had to fight so hard to keep us. One reason was they didn't want him to give up his college scholarship. "I don't give a damn about the scholarship; you can't take my brothers away! I won't let you!"
It's beginning to get hard to remember. The joint's kickin' in. And I get it. The feeling I've been missing so much. The freedom of all thoughts and the ability to be completely crazy.
That's how I feel when I'm high, like I can do whatever I want to do. The world is mine to mold into any shape I please.
I hear the school bell, but it doesn't occur to me that I should hide, at least not until Two-bit comes out and finds me there, leaning against his car, smoking Marijuana.
"Ponyboy? What are you doin'? Get that damn joint outta your mouth NOW, boy! God, don't you have an inch of sense left in you?"
I stare at him blankly. "Ah, come on Two-bit, chill out. It's not like I'm hurting anyone!"
My sight is becoming hazy, like it always does. I giggle stupidly. "There's two of you, Two-bit! Two-of-Two-bit!"
He shakes his head, then grabs the joint from me, burning himself in the process. He mumbles something under his breath, then screams at me to get in the car.
"What am I supposed to do with you now? Huh, kid? I can't take you to the gas station, Soda wouldn't know what to do with you either."
I shrug.
"I guess I'll take you to my house. I can call Darry from there. He can figure it out; he IS your legal guardian."
"How long were you smoking that, anyway? And where'd you get it?"
My mind can't really put two and two together, and so I mumble something like, "My biology teacher gave it to me."