Hey! I want to thank everyone who reviewed my last chapter *wipes tear *, your reviews made me feel wanted.....Hehe. I decided to post the next chapter or ya'll, and I'm sorry about all the mistakes in the last one. I don't have the best typing skill at 3am....please forgive me, and you'll find the spelling and grammar are better in this chapter. Nothing really exciting has happened yet, but I'm using these first few chapters to establish the relationship between Lexa and the gang so I won't have to explain it through out the whole story. The one things I own from this story so far are Lexa, Mrs. Macky, and the Tee Shirt Lexa was wearing in the last chapter (really I do, I got it at American Eagle!). Mr. Cole is my principal so I guess he owns himself, I dunno how that works, lol. Everyone else belongs to S.E. Hinton, and I'm making to money 4m this story...boo hiss....Ok enough with that I'll let you read the story now......REVIEW!
0u+z, Daze.
Ch.2
The hour hand pointed to the 2 and the small minute hand to 35 after, and I watch as the rubber eraser on the end of my yellow pencil bounced slowly off my desk. To me school was pretty much the same as the way Dal described prison. You operated on someone else's schedule, you ate when they told you to, you left when the told you to, you even when to the bathroom when the said you could. There was one real difference that I cold see, in prison here was action. The most action in school, was the light reflection off the skin on my science teacher's bald head. Mr. Cole was going on and on about the reproduction of sun flowers, totally off subject of what we'd be talking about. I glanced at the clock again, he minute hand had only moved one line. In twenty-four minutes I'd be outside with the warm sun soaking into my skin. My hand was cold as I set my chin in it, my eyes drifting towards the window that ran the length of the wall next to me. The clouds were gliding lazily across the, glowing in the yellow sun, and I watched as they passed before it sending a cold gray shadow over everything.
I reached slowly into my purse beside my desk, trying to keep from catching the attition of Mr. Cole, who at the moment was now rambling about the possibility of living on Uranus. I felt around, swearing quietly when I poked myself with my nail file, then letting a small smirk play across my lips when I found what I was looking for. After retrieving it from my bag, I opened my journal on my desk and turned slowly to the page where I'd last written.
D, Second Entry Nov.25
Help me, I'm stuck in school and I can't get out! I know I said I was a good student but sitting in last period, with 20 minutes left till the weekend could get on anyone's nerves. My only saving grace is the fact I have two of the gang in this class, Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis, who at the moment are looking as bored as I feel. Pony's staring out the window, probably day dreaming about something he read in some book. I swear the boy reads anything he can get his hands on. He'd read the back of a soup can if he didn't have anything else. By the way that's his real name. He has a brother named Sodapop, and if you don't believe me look at their birth certificates. Their parents were real original people. Yeah I said were, they were both killed in some freak car accident a few months ago. They'd been driving home behind this big truck, that was carrying logs, and the ties had come undone. The car had been totaled and they'd died instantly. Soda and pony's oldest brother Darry is the legal guardian now, and he's given up a lot for his little brothers. He gave up collage and works roofing houses from dawn till dusk to keep that family together. Sodapop even dropped out of school to help kept Pony in. I don't think Pony really knows just how much his brothers love him. Especially Darry. They don't get along real well and Dar's always fretting to him about something.
But poor Soda's the one that feels it the most, he's the middle child and is always playing the middleman between his brothers. I don't think they understand how much it hurts him sometimes to hear them fight. But I don't think Soda'd ever say anything to 'em about it. He's too much of a sweetheart. He'll listen to your problems for hours, and he'll have something eating away at him that's a thousand times bigger then your problem. It's not that he's a real private guy, it's just that he cares too much about everyone else. Soda's one of my best friends, one of the only guys I can go to with any problem. I'd do anything for him, probably even kill. I can get him to tell me his problems if I try hard enough, and you'd be amazed the things this kid keeps bottled up inside.
Ponyboy and Soda are pretty close, and I think that sometimes hurts Darry. He's only 20 years old, but he has so much responsibility. In the matter of a few months he's gone from being our buddy to an old man. It scares me a little to tell the truth. He hardly laughs, or even smiles any more, and I don't know if I'm the only one who's noticed it or not.
Well thank goodness the bells about to ring. I'll write more later.
Always, Lexa
I chewed idly on the end of my pencil, closed my book lightly, sliding it slowly back into my small navy purse. I watched as the small red hand of the clock tick quickly across the white face, and as soon as it hit the 12 a shrill bell rang out loudly causing my babbling teacher to stop mid sentence. Sweat glistened lightly off his bald head, as he put on one of those forced smiles and mumble for us to have a good weekend. I gathered my books slowly and stood slowly from my desk, a thousand little prickles shot through my leg and I made a mental note not to sit on it next time. I maneuvered my way around my peers and their desk, before stopping at the first one in my row. "Hey Johnnycake." The young man sitting in it looked up slowly and smiled a smile the resembled the one my teacher had given us. A forced smile, it didn't even light up his sad big black eyes. "Hey Munchkin", Johnny Cade replied calling me the name that was off limits to anyone besides him and Dally. Not even Soda was aloud to address me by Munchkin, it was Johnny and Dally's pet name for me. I don't remember exactly when or why they started calling me that, but it had stuck.
Ponyboy Curtis had once told me Johnny reminded him of a little scared looking dog that'd been kicked to many times then left out on a crowded street. And, when you got to know him, you could see that the fear ran much deeper then his looks. But if you didn't know Johnny very well, I guess he'd look just like the rest of the gang. Tough, rough, rowdy, cold. But just like the rest of the gang, with the exception of maybe my cousin and Steve Randle, looks were deceiving. Johnny was the sweetest thing in the world, and had the same problem as Soda with worrin' bout everyone. He usually had a scared, jumpy look in his eyes, and his home life gave him a reason for it. Johnny practically kissed the ground my cousin walked on, Dally's word was law with Johnny. If you ask me it was good for both of them, Johnny had someone to look up to, and Dal had someone to care (and worry) about other then me (which kept me form being under constant surveillance.)
"Ya'll gonna stand there all day, or are we leaving?" Another voice, not much louder then Johnny's spoke up breaking my from my trance. I turned and smiled at Ponyboy Curtis, who was leaning slightly on the desk beside him. "Hey good looking." I quipped, and the tips of Pony's ears turned crimson instantly. Pony was almost as good looking as his brother, Sodapop. He had the same green-gray eyes and drop dead smile, only was his hair was a few shades darker blond almost brown. The only thing that kept him from having a thousand girls clinging to him was his shyness, he didn't know just how cute he was. HE was younger then both Johnny and myself, he'd just turned 14. He's skipped a grade somewhere along the line, which goes back to what I was saying before about not all greasers being dumb.
"Come on ya'll." I shook slightly as Johnny's soft words cleared my thoughts and put my feet into action. "Alright, I'm coming..." I started to walk out slowly from the classroom when a thought came ti mind, causing me to grin giddily. I feel in step behind Johnny, before boosting myself up onto his back. Leaning close to his ear I whisper sweetly. "But I wanna ride." He tensed for a second, then relaxed and continued our journey from out to the crowded hall. I laid my head gently on his shoulder as he navigated his way easily around groups of talking socs and to my locker. I had a habit of, as Darry called, 'babying him' when I felt it was needed. Just little things like offering a little more attition, more hugs, more kind words, to let him know he had someone who cared. Everyone in the gang was guilty of trying to makeup to Johnny the 'family' he missed at home. We never spoke of it, it was just an understood rule among us, it always had been.
""Ponyboy, did old Mrs. Macky say we had to turn that history report in tomorrow?" I questioned as I lower my self from Johnny's back, and dutifully spun the combination into my lock. Pulling down roughly on the lock, which had a habit of sticking, I glanced over at Pony and realized his green eyes were staring past me. "What in the world are you looking at?" Before he could answer I felt a cold hand on my arm, and I was spun roughly around and pushed up against my locker. My head hit with a 'thud' and instantly started throbbing.
I was taken a back for a second, while the hazy thoughts dance through my head, and I watch as the red dots float before my eyes. A cold, deep male voice brought me back to my sense. " Hey Winston. I need some answers, and you better make sure they're the right ones....."
0u+z, Daze.
Ch.2
The hour hand pointed to the 2 and the small minute hand to 35 after, and I watch as the rubber eraser on the end of my yellow pencil bounced slowly off my desk. To me school was pretty much the same as the way Dal described prison. You operated on someone else's schedule, you ate when they told you to, you left when the told you to, you even when to the bathroom when the said you could. There was one real difference that I cold see, in prison here was action. The most action in school, was the light reflection off the skin on my science teacher's bald head. Mr. Cole was going on and on about the reproduction of sun flowers, totally off subject of what we'd be talking about. I glanced at the clock again, he minute hand had only moved one line. In twenty-four minutes I'd be outside with the warm sun soaking into my skin. My hand was cold as I set my chin in it, my eyes drifting towards the window that ran the length of the wall next to me. The clouds were gliding lazily across the, glowing in the yellow sun, and I watched as they passed before it sending a cold gray shadow over everything.
I reached slowly into my purse beside my desk, trying to keep from catching the attition of Mr. Cole, who at the moment was now rambling about the possibility of living on Uranus. I felt around, swearing quietly when I poked myself with my nail file, then letting a small smirk play across my lips when I found what I was looking for. After retrieving it from my bag, I opened my journal on my desk and turned slowly to the page where I'd last written.
D, Second Entry Nov.25
Help me, I'm stuck in school and I can't get out! I know I said I was a good student but sitting in last period, with 20 minutes left till the weekend could get on anyone's nerves. My only saving grace is the fact I have two of the gang in this class, Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis, who at the moment are looking as bored as I feel. Pony's staring out the window, probably day dreaming about something he read in some book. I swear the boy reads anything he can get his hands on. He'd read the back of a soup can if he didn't have anything else. By the way that's his real name. He has a brother named Sodapop, and if you don't believe me look at their birth certificates. Their parents were real original people. Yeah I said were, they were both killed in some freak car accident a few months ago. They'd been driving home behind this big truck, that was carrying logs, and the ties had come undone. The car had been totaled and they'd died instantly. Soda and pony's oldest brother Darry is the legal guardian now, and he's given up a lot for his little brothers. He gave up collage and works roofing houses from dawn till dusk to keep that family together. Sodapop even dropped out of school to help kept Pony in. I don't think Pony really knows just how much his brothers love him. Especially Darry. They don't get along real well and Dar's always fretting to him about something.
But poor Soda's the one that feels it the most, he's the middle child and is always playing the middleman between his brothers. I don't think they understand how much it hurts him sometimes to hear them fight. But I don't think Soda'd ever say anything to 'em about it. He's too much of a sweetheart. He'll listen to your problems for hours, and he'll have something eating away at him that's a thousand times bigger then your problem. It's not that he's a real private guy, it's just that he cares too much about everyone else. Soda's one of my best friends, one of the only guys I can go to with any problem. I'd do anything for him, probably even kill. I can get him to tell me his problems if I try hard enough, and you'd be amazed the things this kid keeps bottled up inside.
Ponyboy and Soda are pretty close, and I think that sometimes hurts Darry. He's only 20 years old, but he has so much responsibility. In the matter of a few months he's gone from being our buddy to an old man. It scares me a little to tell the truth. He hardly laughs, or even smiles any more, and I don't know if I'm the only one who's noticed it or not.
Well thank goodness the bells about to ring. I'll write more later.
Always, Lexa
I chewed idly on the end of my pencil, closed my book lightly, sliding it slowly back into my small navy purse. I watched as the small red hand of the clock tick quickly across the white face, and as soon as it hit the 12 a shrill bell rang out loudly causing my babbling teacher to stop mid sentence. Sweat glistened lightly off his bald head, as he put on one of those forced smiles and mumble for us to have a good weekend. I gathered my books slowly and stood slowly from my desk, a thousand little prickles shot through my leg and I made a mental note not to sit on it next time. I maneuvered my way around my peers and their desk, before stopping at the first one in my row. "Hey Johnnycake." The young man sitting in it looked up slowly and smiled a smile the resembled the one my teacher had given us. A forced smile, it didn't even light up his sad big black eyes. "Hey Munchkin", Johnny Cade replied calling me the name that was off limits to anyone besides him and Dally. Not even Soda was aloud to address me by Munchkin, it was Johnny and Dally's pet name for me. I don't remember exactly when or why they started calling me that, but it had stuck.
Ponyboy Curtis had once told me Johnny reminded him of a little scared looking dog that'd been kicked to many times then left out on a crowded street. And, when you got to know him, you could see that the fear ran much deeper then his looks. But if you didn't know Johnny very well, I guess he'd look just like the rest of the gang. Tough, rough, rowdy, cold. But just like the rest of the gang, with the exception of maybe my cousin and Steve Randle, looks were deceiving. Johnny was the sweetest thing in the world, and had the same problem as Soda with worrin' bout everyone. He usually had a scared, jumpy look in his eyes, and his home life gave him a reason for it. Johnny practically kissed the ground my cousin walked on, Dally's word was law with Johnny. If you ask me it was good for both of them, Johnny had someone to look up to, and Dal had someone to care (and worry) about other then me (which kept me form being under constant surveillance.)
"Ya'll gonna stand there all day, or are we leaving?" Another voice, not much louder then Johnny's spoke up breaking my from my trance. I turned and smiled at Ponyboy Curtis, who was leaning slightly on the desk beside him. "Hey good looking." I quipped, and the tips of Pony's ears turned crimson instantly. Pony was almost as good looking as his brother, Sodapop. He had the same green-gray eyes and drop dead smile, only was his hair was a few shades darker blond almost brown. The only thing that kept him from having a thousand girls clinging to him was his shyness, he didn't know just how cute he was. HE was younger then both Johnny and myself, he'd just turned 14. He's skipped a grade somewhere along the line, which goes back to what I was saying before about not all greasers being dumb.
"Come on ya'll." I shook slightly as Johnny's soft words cleared my thoughts and put my feet into action. "Alright, I'm coming..." I started to walk out slowly from the classroom when a thought came ti mind, causing me to grin giddily. I feel in step behind Johnny, before boosting myself up onto his back. Leaning close to his ear I whisper sweetly. "But I wanna ride." He tensed for a second, then relaxed and continued our journey from out to the crowded hall. I laid my head gently on his shoulder as he navigated his way easily around groups of talking socs and to my locker. I had a habit of, as Darry called, 'babying him' when I felt it was needed. Just little things like offering a little more attition, more hugs, more kind words, to let him know he had someone who cared. Everyone in the gang was guilty of trying to makeup to Johnny the 'family' he missed at home. We never spoke of it, it was just an understood rule among us, it always had been.
""Ponyboy, did old Mrs. Macky say we had to turn that history report in tomorrow?" I questioned as I lower my self from Johnny's back, and dutifully spun the combination into my lock. Pulling down roughly on the lock, which had a habit of sticking, I glanced over at Pony and realized his green eyes were staring past me. "What in the world are you looking at?" Before he could answer I felt a cold hand on my arm, and I was spun roughly around and pushed up against my locker. My head hit with a 'thud' and instantly started throbbing.
I was taken a back for a second, while the hazy thoughts dance through my head, and I watch as the red dots float before my eyes. A cold, deep male voice brought me back to my sense. " Hey Winston. I need some answers, and you better make sure they're the right ones....."