The Accident
Disclaimer: All of the 'Outsiders' characters belong to S.E. Hinton.
Chapter 1:
Soda
I got into the truck, and Sandy took the sat beside me. Steve sat on the other side of Sandy, since the truck only had the one seat in the front.
"Okay guys." I commanded, "New rule. If you're ridin' in this truck and I'm driving, you gotta wear a seatbelt. I do not need another ticket, and besides it's for your own safety." Sandy and Steve shrugged and buckled up. I nodded my head happily, and did the same.
"But," Sandy said with a grin, "if you don't want a ticket you'd better not speed, Soda."
"I know, I know.." I put the truck into gear, and soon we had reached the highway and were headin' to the Nightly Double. Not as soon as we would've if I'd been drivin' my usual sped, mind you.
We were going the speed limit and carrying on conversation like normal when all of a sudden the truck headin' towards us started to swerve. As it got closer, I saw it was a semi. I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to do. I started to pull over, but the big truck was coming toward us to fast and it hit us head on.
The next thing I knew was extreme pain, and the truck, our truck was rolling, rolling, and rolling some more. Sandy and Steve were screaming. I trued to yell, to tell them I was sorry. Then, my seatbelt snapped. The next thing I knew I was flying through the windshield.
Pain. Sharp pain all over. Then I remembered Steve and Sandy. I struggled to sit up, and then began to look around for my best friend, and girlfriend. Sandy lie a few feet from where I had landed. Her seatbelt must have snapped, too. I checked for a pulse. There wasn't one. I began CPR, glad that I had leaned something useful while I was in school.
I felt tears sliding down my cheeks as she wouldn't respond to my frail attempts.
"Steve!" I called, my voice revealing my distain. When he didn't respond to my call, I stood up and began to look for him. Sandy would have to hold on 'til I found Steve. I couldn't save her myself.
"I'm sorry. Hold on, I'll be back." I whispered to Sandy as I began my search for Steve. It didn't take long to find him. A moan escaped my lips, as he looked worse off then Sandy had. He, too, didn't have a pulse.
"Help!" I screamed, "Somebody! Anybody help me!"
I took turns trying to revive Sandy and Steve. It took twenty minutes for a vehicle to stop, and another five for the ambulances and police to arrive. I don't know how they found out, nor did I care.
"You have to help them!" I yelled at the EMS guy, as he tried to get me in a stretcher, "I'm fine! Help them!" But he wouldn't listen. I felt a needle in my arm, and soon, against my own will, I felt myself falling asleep.
"I'm sorry." Was the last thing I said before I drifted off into a world of no pain.
Darry
I heard a lot of commotion outside. Ambulances and police cars were cruising by, sirens wailing, the whole bit.
A little while later, a police car came into our driveway, and the driver got out and started coming to the door.
"Did any of you guys do anything illegal lately?" I asked Dally, Two- Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. They all shook their heads no.
When the knock sounded on the door, I was more then a little curious as to what the police could possibly want.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi." They police guy said, taking off his hat, "My name is Officer Dolty. Are you Darrell Curtis Jr.?"
"Yes I am." I replied, suspicious as to what he was getting at.
"Are you the legal guardian of Sodapop Patrick Curtis?" he asked.
I nodded my head and wondered if Soda, Sandy and Steve had gotten caught sneaking into the movie.
"I am afraid I have some bad news. May I come in?" I opened the door and led the officer to the living room. He sat down between Two-Bit and Dally on the couch.
"Sodapop is your brother, is that correct?" Pony and I nodded, "He was in a horrible accident. Him and a Steve Randall, and a Sandra Jacks (I don't know Sandy's last name so I just made it up!!). Unfortunately, Steve and Sandra didn't make it and were pronounced DOA, much to the failed attempts of Sodapop to save them. Your brother is at the hospital. I can take you to him if you want." We all nodded and followed the officer to his vehicle.
"Weird riding in the back of one of these things when I didn't do anything wrong." Two-Bit joked, making light of the situation the best way he knew how.
"What exactly happened?" I asked.
"They were not in the wrong. The driver who hit them was, without a doubt. He was driving drunk and high, swerving all over the road, and speeding like a maniac. He was coming towards the vehicle that your brother was driving. Sodapop, Steve, and Sandra were all wearing their seatbelts, but for some reason they snapped causing all three people to fly through the windshield after rolling several times."
"The driver of the other vehicle, was he hurt?"
"Not even a scratch on him. He was driving a semi truck. It probably felt like he just ran over a rock or something when he hit them, because he's so high up, and those trucks can take a lot. He kept going after he hit them. Some officers stopped him about five minutes away from the accident sight. He's giving a statement right now at the police station."
A couple of minutes later, we reached the hospital.
What do you think? Should I continue? I'll go update my other stories ASAP don't worry!!
Disclaimer: All of the 'Outsiders' characters belong to S.E. Hinton.
Chapter 1:
Soda
I got into the truck, and Sandy took the sat beside me. Steve sat on the other side of Sandy, since the truck only had the one seat in the front.
"Okay guys." I commanded, "New rule. If you're ridin' in this truck and I'm driving, you gotta wear a seatbelt. I do not need another ticket, and besides it's for your own safety." Sandy and Steve shrugged and buckled up. I nodded my head happily, and did the same.
"But," Sandy said with a grin, "if you don't want a ticket you'd better not speed, Soda."
"I know, I know.." I put the truck into gear, and soon we had reached the highway and were headin' to the Nightly Double. Not as soon as we would've if I'd been drivin' my usual sped, mind you.
We were going the speed limit and carrying on conversation like normal when all of a sudden the truck headin' towards us started to swerve. As it got closer, I saw it was a semi. I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to do. I started to pull over, but the big truck was coming toward us to fast and it hit us head on.
The next thing I knew was extreme pain, and the truck, our truck was rolling, rolling, and rolling some more. Sandy and Steve were screaming. I trued to yell, to tell them I was sorry. Then, my seatbelt snapped. The next thing I knew I was flying through the windshield.
Pain. Sharp pain all over. Then I remembered Steve and Sandy. I struggled to sit up, and then began to look around for my best friend, and girlfriend. Sandy lie a few feet from where I had landed. Her seatbelt must have snapped, too. I checked for a pulse. There wasn't one. I began CPR, glad that I had leaned something useful while I was in school.
I felt tears sliding down my cheeks as she wouldn't respond to my frail attempts.
"Steve!" I called, my voice revealing my distain. When he didn't respond to my call, I stood up and began to look for him. Sandy would have to hold on 'til I found Steve. I couldn't save her myself.
"I'm sorry. Hold on, I'll be back." I whispered to Sandy as I began my search for Steve. It didn't take long to find him. A moan escaped my lips, as he looked worse off then Sandy had. He, too, didn't have a pulse.
"Help!" I screamed, "Somebody! Anybody help me!"
I took turns trying to revive Sandy and Steve. It took twenty minutes for a vehicle to stop, and another five for the ambulances and police to arrive. I don't know how they found out, nor did I care.
"You have to help them!" I yelled at the EMS guy, as he tried to get me in a stretcher, "I'm fine! Help them!" But he wouldn't listen. I felt a needle in my arm, and soon, against my own will, I felt myself falling asleep.
"I'm sorry." Was the last thing I said before I drifted off into a world of no pain.
Darry
I heard a lot of commotion outside. Ambulances and police cars were cruising by, sirens wailing, the whole bit.
A little while later, a police car came into our driveway, and the driver got out and started coming to the door.
"Did any of you guys do anything illegal lately?" I asked Dally, Two- Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. They all shook their heads no.
When the knock sounded on the door, I was more then a little curious as to what the police could possibly want.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi." They police guy said, taking off his hat, "My name is Officer Dolty. Are you Darrell Curtis Jr.?"
"Yes I am." I replied, suspicious as to what he was getting at.
"Are you the legal guardian of Sodapop Patrick Curtis?" he asked.
I nodded my head and wondered if Soda, Sandy and Steve had gotten caught sneaking into the movie.
"I am afraid I have some bad news. May I come in?" I opened the door and led the officer to the living room. He sat down between Two-Bit and Dally on the couch.
"Sodapop is your brother, is that correct?" Pony and I nodded, "He was in a horrible accident. Him and a Steve Randall, and a Sandra Jacks (I don't know Sandy's last name so I just made it up!!). Unfortunately, Steve and Sandra didn't make it and were pronounced DOA, much to the failed attempts of Sodapop to save them. Your brother is at the hospital. I can take you to him if you want." We all nodded and followed the officer to his vehicle.
"Weird riding in the back of one of these things when I didn't do anything wrong." Two-Bit joked, making light of the situation the best way he knew how.
"What exactly happened?" I asked.
"They were not in the wrong. The driver who hit them was, without a doubt. He was driving drunk and high, swerving all over the road, and speeding like a maniac. He was coming towards the vehicle that your brother was driving. Sodapop, Steve, and Sandra were all wearing their seatbelts, but for some reason they snapped causing all three people to fly through the windshield after rolling several times."
"The driver of the other vehicle, was he hurt?"
"Not even a scratch on him. He was driving a semi truck. It probably felt like he just ran over a rock or something when he hit them, because he's so high up, and those trucks can take a lot. He kept going after he hit them. Some officers stopped him about five minutes away from the accident sight. He's giving a statement right now at the police station."
A couple of minutes later, we reached the hospital.
What do you think? Should I continue? I'll go update my other stories ASAP don't worry!!