Author's Notes: Yes! Back again! Sorry, life has been hell. I could
tell you but it would take to long.
Kate: It's not that interesting, anyway.
Lynne: Shh! That was rude!
Kate: Meh.
Chill. Just let me finish here for a sec, okay? This is REALLY IMPORTANT!!! My Outsiders book was taken away, (arg. Don't get me started. Evil. ~Kate: Like me. ~ Shut up Kate.) and I need a couple of details, if someone would be so kind as to look and tell me in a review? Okay, the two things I need to know for the sake of the story are the EXACT words to the Robert Frost poem. I have it pretty much memorized, but I need the exact words. Another thing I need to know is what is Pony's English teacher's name? Is there one? I don't think there is, but is he/she a man or a woman? If you could enlighten me, thanks.
Arg! I'm kinda pissed right now. I planned my whole day so I would get home in time to watch this TV show, and then get home and COMPLETELY FORGET about it till now. And hour later. Blerg.
Lynne: * runs up and gives Man a hug *
Awww, thanks! ^_^ * pats Lynne on head *
Kate: * rolls eyes*
Anyway, on to the reviews!
MissLKid -) Ok!
Lynne: Wow, that was easy.
Usagibuffy-) The Soc wants to kill Pony because of many reasons. Yes, the crime of opportunity being one. Main other reasons being that he lost a fight with a fourteen year old, and a Greaser at that. He would have a lot to live down after that one. Blow to his status, if ya understand me. Here's another update!
Q. S./Remmy da Insane: I don't know!
Kate: Lots of people.
Lynne: Shh!
I liked the joke. * shifty eyes * Nah, it was sweet. Glad you liked it!
Tim the Enchantress -) I will always update! I completely plan on finishing this story, even if my updates are a little, uh, slow. -_-. Alright! Aw, I'm so flattered! I can't believe I have a fan! * gets stary-eyed and smiled stupidly *
Kate: * hits her upside the head *
Oooph, sorry. Thank you! Not you Kate, Tim! * shakes head *
Burnin' -) Hey! Uhm. What was the box? * blinks stupidly * ^_^ Feel free to use Kate and Lynne as much as you like! As long as they're not exploited or anything like that....
Kate: Why do I feel like I'm being sold into slavery? -_-
Lynne: Yay! More time with Horsey!
Horsey? Ahem, anyway...
Kate: Where's that god damned coconut dude?
Erm. Somewhere falling off roofs?
Kate: SWEET! I gotta go join him. Causing other people misery...fun, fun. ^_^
Lynne: FUN IN THE SUN!!!!! O_O
-_- Lynne, you've been spending too much time with Horse. Kate- well, you're just being normal for a bad conscious, I guess. * Waves * Hi announcer dude!
Ccccccc -) Ok Hun, when you give me an email address it always helps if it works. O_o Anyway, I will accept your challenge! It's already started, I just have to brush it up a bit. Expect it sometime in the near future. Thank you for reviewing!
Lynne: Awww. And you spent all that time writing an email, too!
Kate: * Snorts * Five minutes.
Whatever.
Snuffles -) Whoo-hoo! Another Outsiders reader/reviewer! Maybe even writer! Yay! We need all we can get! Thank you!
Ashamed Lil NewB -) Pretty much. You give the author (me!) feedback about the story/chapter. (Or, in Burnin's case, Hyper and Annoying Show episodes....) Yupp, ain't it purdy? Lol. Ok, Whip I've never heard of. Yaoi is male/male pairing, also called slash referring to the /. Femslash is a female/female pairing, also called a Lemon. OOC is out-of- character, and AU is Alternate Universe. Was that helpful? I hope it was. I didn't know any of those terms when I first read fanfiction, and stumbling upon a very graphic slash story kind of recks your innocence. ^_~
Kate: You never had innocence. Not after you read the Earth's Children series.
Ah. Good point.
Lynne: * shudders*
Anyway, yay! Another new one for the Outsiders section! Have fun!
Alright, now on to the story...
~*~
(Pony's Pov)
"Come on, lemme outa here!" I begged Darry after Soda left for work with Steve.
Darry sighed, and leaned against the wall.
"Alright, I'll ask. If it'll get ya to shut up." He muttered with a smile.
I cheered, and Darry rolled his eyes. Two-Bit was playing with his new switchblade, having lost his last one after loaning it to Dally.
Darry suddenly stuck his head out the door, and pulled Joe in. Joe was tuff, he wasn't like all the other stupid doctors in this place. He didn't flinch whenever he saw us just because we're hoods. He always tried to be the one who came in and checked on my 'condition', but sometimes they got nurses to come because he was busy somewhere else.
Joe ran his hand through his brown hair and made sure he hadn't dropped anything out of his clipboard. He glanced up at me and smiled, then walked over to my bed.
"Let me guess." He said as I opened my mouth. "You want out."
I nodded, Darry and Two-Bit grinning.
"Right in one." I said, crossing my arms. "Well?"
"Sure, you're x-rays are coming back good, so your ribs are healing well. You have to keep that bandage on your arm, but we can remove the ones around your chest. Come back in a week, though. If you don't do anything else to land yourself here again." Dr. White said, flipping through his clipboard. He said the last part with a half-smile, joking.
"Yeah, sure, I'll try." I muttered, rolling my eyes. Two-Bit laughed, and Joe glanced up at him.
"Oh, Security got some calls about kids having weapons in here, they're going to be coming around. When they do I suggest you pocket that thing, because ol' George isn't in that good of a mood today." He said to Two-Bit, "And you didn't hear it from me." He added.
Security had come around the last couple days because people had reported 'public disturbances'. Namely us. George let us off the first couple times, but than he got annoyed or something, because he started to give us warnings. Two-Bit, Steve, Soda and Darry didn't care about what security thought, but I guess they were worried they'd get kicked out of the hospital.
Joe winked at me and walked out the door.
"You can leave today." He called over his shoulder.
"Whoo-hoo!" I yelled, after he left.
"Golly, think the kid wants outta here?" Two-Bit asked brightly as he pocketed his switchblade.
"I'm getting that idea." Darry replied as he got up from leaning against the wall and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed.
"Whoa..." I mumbled as the world spun. I shook my head, and could see clearly again. I glared at my older brother. He shrugged.
"You wanted to get outta bed so bad."
I groaned.
"You're reminding me too much of Sodapop."
~*~
(Soda's POV)
"Steve! Shifts over!" I hollered from outside. I crawled out from under the car I was working on and wiped the car grease and sweat from my forehead with my arm. I wiped my hands on a cloth and draped it over my shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Steve muttered as he swung open the glass door of the DX and came outside. "What's the rush?"
I stood up and did a little dance in front of Steve. He rolled his eyes and stole his cap back and some of the girls still hanging around giggled. I just grinned at my buddy.
"Pony's comin' home!" I said brightly. Steve playfully gave me a little shove as we walked down the road.
"Golly, someone might think you're happy or something." He said with a lop sided smile.
"Just a bit." I replied. "You know how much he hates that hospital."
Steve snorted.
"Funny you wouldn't think he would, what with the kid ending up there every few months." He said as he hooked his thumbs in his jeans.
I pushed him off the sidewalk and into the road, where he narrowly missed getting hit by a car.
"Let's see you like it, buddy." I muttered, and he just rolled his eyes again.
We got close to our house, and we hopped up the steps. Steve and I threw open the door, and immediately Steve yelled. "Hey! Ponyboy!"
Pony stuck his head out of the kitchen door, and grinned. I ran up to him and picked him up twirling him around. Steve leaned on the wall, smirking. Darry followed Pony out of the kitchen door.
"Hey, Soda, go easy on the kid." He told me with a serious look.
Pony groaned.
"Why is this reminding me of before the rumble?" He mumbled, I was still hugging him.
Suddenly everyone was quiet. Two-Bit joined us from the living room with a bottle of beer in hand. His face was missing the usual cockiness. Steve was staring at the wall, not quite seeing it. Darry was staring at Ponyboy, with a look of sympathy, pity, and something else. I looked questionably at him over Pony's head, but he ignored me. He looked sad.
Pony pulled away from me and scratched the back of his head. He didn't like the silence, or something. He had most of the bandages off, except for the one around his shoulder, which was still slightly dark with blood.
"You ok, Ponyboy?" I asked, my concern obvious in my voice. He nodded, smiling a little.
"I'm fine, Soda."
~*~
(Pony's POV)
"Rise and shine, sleepy head!"
And so came the altogether much too bright and annoying voice of Sodapop.
"Lemme sleep, Soda." I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow. My wonderful brother grabbed it and pushed me off the bed.
"Oumph."
"Com'on Pony. You got school. And you ain't missing today, you've already missed too much." Soda said from the other side of the room.
"Since when did you start to give a damn about school?" I muttered as I stood up and stretched. The world spun slightly and I put a hand to my head.
"Since my little brother started to do well." Soda said brightly from where he was digging in the closet. He turned around to face me, but frowned.
"You ok, Pony? You look a bit pale." He asked, his eyebrows creasing together in worry.
I took my hand from my head and willed the vertigo to go away. Unsuccessfully.
"Yeah, I'm just tired." I lied, and glared my older brother. He grinned, shrugged, and ducked out of the room into the hall.
I rubbed my face with my hands and the dizziness receded. A sort of sick feeling remained, but I assumed it would go away after I had eaten.
I pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and wandered into the kitchen.
"Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken." Two-Bit announced from where he was reclining in a kitchen chair with his hands behind his head. I rolled my eyes and hit him upside the head. He didn't even flinch. Stupid Greaser.
I raided the icebox for some chocolate cake and finally found some. I cut a chunk off and sat down on another kitchen chair.
"Hey, Pony. You want some chocolate milk?" Darry asked from where he was leaning over the open refrigerator.
"Sure." I said.
"Shit!" Steve yelled from the living room.
"What?" Soda hollered back.
"We're gunna be late!" Steve shouted from where he was now pulling on his jean jacket near the door.
"And you're going to be late for school." Darry said, leaning over the kitchen table and looking me in the eye.
I groaned, and snatched up my backpack. The front door slammed.
"Two-Bit, will you give me a ride?" I shouted to him from the living room. I pulled on a jean jacket. I think it was Soda's. Oh well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
"Sure, kid." He said, and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator on his way out of the kitchen.
"Hey, don't drive my kid brother drunk, ya here?" Darry shouted after him.
"Yeah, yeah." Two-Bit muttered as he took a swig from the bottle.
He drove me to the school, and let me off as we came near the grounds.
"See ya Two-Bit!" I said with a little wave than walked off across the school grounds.
Our school wasn't too big, and wasn't too small neither. It was just a public high school in the centre of Tulsa, Oklahoma where both Socs and Greasers attended. Or, in the Greaser's cases, pretended to attend and really just skipped.
I walked in the front door of the school, ignoring the glares and curious glances from the other kids. Yes, lets all turn and stare at the hood who got beat on. How fun.
My locker was up a flight of stairs to the right. I shoved my bag in and pulled out my book for English. That was my first class. Who knew how much work I'd missed.
I headed for my class, brushing off the common shouts of 'filthy hood' from a group of Socy girls walking by. I saw Cherry there. She was catcalling just as much as the rest of them. I ignored all of them, but watched her out of the corner of my eye. She winked at me. Gosh, but she blended in well.
I got into my English class, and my teacher handed m a package as I slumped down in my seat. I absentmindedly rubbed my shoulder; it still stung. I ripped open the top to the brown package and pulled out my hefty English essay and a small piece of paper. It had my teacher's signature on the bottom.
Ponyboy Curtis,
Your paper for my class was above and beyond the expectations. This written piece exceeds the criteria enormously. You will not only receive a passing mark for this class, but an A for this paper. I have asked the other English teachers in the school to read this, and they completely agree with me. I would like to send this to a publisher, who would no doubt be interested in your work. With your permission, and a little editing, your paper could very well be made into a book.
Pony stared at the note, rereading it many times over to make sure it was true. Then he paused. Did he really want the whole world, Greaser and Soc alike, to read about his life? His thoughts? His strengths and weaknesses? He put his head in his arms, and thought.
Did he really want to do that? It might-It just might help the relationship between the social classes. Maybe, just maybe, if other Socs read about a Greaser who dug sunsets, they might see over the differences; like Randy and Cherry. Would it really help? He wanted the rivalry to stop. He lost two friends in one night because of it. Sure, neither of them had died directly from it, but one thing lead to another. And ever kid living on the West side heard about hoods who got jumped-and didn't live to brag about it.
The similarities were there, just hard to find; the differences were exaggerated by time and tradition. Socs against Greasers. It had been like that for as long as anyone could remember.
Pony stood up, and walked up to the teacher's desk.
"Yes?" The English teacher asked.
"You have my permission."
~*~
Author's Note:
Review and I'll be one very happy girl.
Lynne: * bouncing around *
DAMMIT KATE I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO KEEP HER OUT OF THE SUGAR!! * Lynne bounces past with a very large bag of sugar over one shoulder and laughing hysterically *
Kate: * shrugs *
Aww crap. * shakes head at Lynne running into a wall * Go fix her.
Kate: How???
I DON'T KNOW!!!
Kate: Fine. Whatever. * jumps and does a running tackle, dragging Lynne to the floor *
* scratches head * Was there no less physical way to do that?
Kate: No.
Anyway.... * heavy sigh * Review? Please? It would make me very happy.
Till next time wonderful reader people,
~Eh, Man
Kate: It's not that interesting, anyway.
Lynne: Shh! That was rude!
Kate: Meh.
Chill. Just let me finish here for a sec, okay? This is REALLY IMPORTANT!!! My Outsiders book was taken away, (arg. Don't get me started. Evil. ~Kate: Like me. ~ Shut up Kate.) and I need a couple of details, if someone would be so kind as to look and tell me in a review? Okay, the two things I need to know for the sake of the story are the EXACT words to the Robert Frost poem. I have it pretty much memorized, but I need the exact words. Another thing I need to know is what is Pony's English teacher's name? Is there one? I don't think there is, but is he/she a man or a woman? If you could enlighten me, thanks.
Arg! I'm kinda pissed right now. I planned my whole day so I would get home in time to watch this TV show, and then get home and COMPLETELY FORGET about it till now. And hour later. Blerg.
Lynne: * runs up and gives Man a hug *
Awww, thanks! ^_^ * pats Lynne on head *
Kate: * rolls eyes*
Anyway, on to the reviews!
MissLKid -) Ok!
Lynne: Wow, that was easy.
Usagibuffy-) The Soc wants to kill Pony because of many reasons. Yes, the crime of opportunity being one. Main other reasons being that he lost a fight with a fourteen year old, and a Greaser at that. He would have a lot to live down after that one. Blow to his status, if ya understand me. Here's another update!
Q. S./Remmy da Insane: I don't know!
Kate: Lots of people.
Lynne: Shh!
I liked the joke. * shifty eyes * Nah, it was sweet. Glad you liked it!
Tim the Enchantress -) I will always update! I completely plan on finishing this story, even if my updates are a little, uh, slow. -_-. Alright! Aw, I'm so flattered! I can't believe I have a fan! * gets stary-eyed and smiled stupidly *
Kate: * hits her upside the head *
Oooph, sorry. Thank you! Not you Kate, Tim! * shakes head *
Burnin' -) Hey! Uhm. What was the box? * blinks stupidly * ^_^ Feel free to use Kate and Lynne as much as you like! As long as they're not exploited or anything like that....
Kate: Why do I feel like I'm being sold into slavery? -_-
Lynne: Yay! More time with Horsey!
Horsey? Ahem, anyway...
Kate: Where's that god damned coconut dude?
Erm. Somewhere falling off roofs?
Kate: SWEET! I gotta go join him. Causing other people misery...fun, fun. ^_^
Lynne: FUN IN THE SUN!!!!! O_O
-_- Lynne, you've been spending too much time with Horse. Kate- well, you're just being normal for a bad conscious, I guess. * Waves * Hi announcer dude!
Ccccccc -) Ok Hun, when you give me an email address it always helps if it works. O_o Anyway, I will accept your challenge! It's already started, I just have to brush it up a bit. Expect it sometime in the near future. Thank you for reviewing!
Lynne: Awww. And you spent all that time writing an email, too!
Kate: * Snorts * Five minutes.
Whatever.
Snuffles -) Whoo-hoo! Another Outsiders reader/reviewer! Maybe even writer! Yay! We need all we can get! Thank you!
Ashamed Lil NewB -) Pretty much. You give the author (me!) feedback about the story/chapter. (Or, in Burnin's case, Hyper and Annoying Show episodes....) Yupp, ain't it purdy? Lol. Ok, Whip I've never heard of. Yaoi is male/male pairing, also called slash referring to the /. Femslash is a female/female pairing, also called a Lemon. OOC is out-of- character, and AU is Alternate Universe. Was that helpful? I hope it was. I didn't know any of those terms when I first read fanfiction, and stumbling upon a very graphic slash story kind of recks your innocence. ^_~
Kate: You never had innocence. Not after you read the Earth's Children series.
Ah. Good point.
Lynne: * shudders*
Anyway, yay! Another new one for the Outsiders section! Have fun!
Alright, now on to the story...
~*~
(Pony's Pov)
"Come on, lemme outa here!" I begged Darry after Soda left for work with Steve.
Darry sighed, and leaned against the wall.
"Alright, I'll ask. If it'll get ya to shut up." He muttered with a smile.
I cheered, and Darry rolled his eyes. Two-Bit was playing with his new switchblade, having lost his last one after loaning it to Dally.
Darry suddenly stuck his head out the door, and pulled Joe in. Joe was tuff, he wasn't like all the other stupid doctors in this place. He didn't flinch whenever he saw us just because we're hoods. He always tried to be the one who came in and checked on my 'condition', but sometimes they got nurses to come because he was busy somewhere else.
Joe ran his hand through his brown hair and made sure he hadn't dropped anything out of his clipboard. He glanced up at me and smiled, then walked over to my bed.
"Let me guess." He said as I opened my mouth. "You want out."
I nodded, Darry and Two-Bit grinning.
"Right in one." I said, crossing my arms. "Well?"
"Sure, you're x-rays are coming back good, so your ribs are healing well. You have to keep that bandage on your arm, but we can remove the ones around your chest. Come back in a week, though. If you don't do anything else to land yourself here again." Dr. White said, flipping through his clipboard. He said the last part with a half-smile, joking.
"Yeah, sure, I'll try." I muttered, rolling my eyes. Two-Bit laughed, and Joe glanced up at him.
"Oh, Security got some calls about kids having weapons in here, they're going to be coming around. When they do I suggest you pocket that thing, because ol' George isn't in that good of a mood today." He said to Two-Bit, "And you didn't hear it from me." He added.
Security had come around the last couple days because people had reported 'public disturbances'. Namely us. George let us off the first couple times, but than he got annoyed or something, because he started to give us warnings. Two-Bit, Steve, Soda and Darry didn't care about what security thought, but I guess they were worried they'd get kicked out of the hospital.
Joe winked at me and walked out the door.
"You can leave today." He called over his shoulder.
"Whoo-hoo!" I yelled, after he left.
"Golly, think the kid wants outta here?" Two-Bit asked brightly as he pocketed his switchblade.
"I'm getting that idea." Darry replied as he got up from leaning against the wall and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed.
"Whoa..." I mumbled as the world spun. I shook my head, and could see clearly again. I glared at my older brother. He shrugged.
"You wanted to get outta bed so bad."
I groaned.
"You're reminding me too much of Sodapop."
~*~
(Soda's POV)
"Steve! Shifts over!" I hollered from outside. I crawled out from under the car I was working on and wiped the car grease and sweat from my forehead with my arm. I wiped my hands on a cloth and draped it over my shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Steve muttered as he swung open the glass door of the DX and came outside. "What's the rush?"
I stood up and did a little dance in front of Steve. He rolled his eyes and stole his cap back and some of the girls still hanging around giggled. I just grinned at my buddy.
"Pony's comin' home!" I said brightly. Steve playfully gave me a little shove as we walked down the road.
"Golly, someone might think you're happy or something." He said with a lop sided smile.
"Just a bit." I replied. "You know how much he hates that hospital."
Steve snorted.
"Funny you wouldn't think he would, what with the kid ending up there every few months." He said as he hooked his thumbs in his jeans.
I pushed him off the sidewalk and into the road, where he narrowly missed getting hit by a car.
"Let's see you like it, buddy." I muttered, and he just rolled his eyes again.
We got close to our house, and we hopped up the steps. Steve and I threw open the door, and immediately Steve yelled. "Hey! Ponyboy!"
Pony stuck his head out of the kitchen door, and grinned. I ran up to him and picked him up twirling him around. Steve leaned on the wall, smirking. Darry followed Pony out of the kitchen door.
"Hey, Soda, go easy on the kid." He told me with a serious look.
Pony groaned.
"Why is this reminding me of before the rumble?" He mumbled, I was still hugging him.
Suddenly everyone was quiet. Two-Bit joined us from the living room with a bottle of beer in hand. His face was missing the usual cockiness. Steve was staring at the wall, not quite seeing it. Darry was staring at Ponyboy, with a look of sympathy, pity, and something else. I looked questionably at him over Pony's head, but he ignored me. He looked sad.
Pony pulled away from me and scratched the back of his head. He didn't like the silence, or something. He had most of the bandages off, except for the one around his shoulder, which was still slightly dark with blood.
"You ok, Ponyboy?" I asked, my concern obvious in my voice. He nodded, smiling a little.
"I'm fine, Soda."
~*~
(Pony's POV)
"Rise and shine, sleepy head!"
And so came the altogether much too bright and annoying voice of Sodapop.
"Lemme sleep, Soda." I mumbled, burying my face in the pillow. My wonderful brother grabbed it and pushed me off the bed.
"Oumph."
"Com'on Pony. You got school. And you ain't missing today, you've already missed too much." Soda said from the other side of the room.
"Since when did you start to give a damn about school?" I muttered as I stood up and stretched. The world spun slightly and I put a hand to my head.
"Since my little brother started to do well." Soda said brightly from where he was digging in the closet. He turned around to face me, but frowned.
"You ok, Pony? You look a bit pale." He asked, his eyebrows creasing together in worry.
I took my hand from my head and willed the vertigo to go away. Unsuccessfully.
"Yeah, I'm just tired." I lied, and glared my older brother. He grinned, shrugged, and ducked out of the room into the hall.
I rubbed my face with my hands and the dizziness receded. A sort of sick feeling remained, but I assumed it would go away after I had eaten.
I pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt and wandered into the kitchen.
"Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken." Two-Bit announced from where he was reclining in a kitchen chair with his hands behind his head. I rolled my eyes and hit him upside the head. He didn't even flinch. Stupid Greaser.
I raided the icebox for some chocolate cake and finally found some. I cut a chunk off and sat down on another kitchen chair.
"Hey, Pony. You want some chocolate milk?" Darry asked from where he was leaning over the open refrigerator.
"Sure." I said.
"Shit!" Steve yelled from the living room.
"What?" Soda hollered back.
"We're gunna be late!" Steve shouted from where he was now pulling on his jean jacket near the door.
"And you're going to be late for school." Darry said, leaning over the kitchen table and looking me in the eye.
I groaned, and snatched up my backpack. The front door slammed.
"Two-Bit, will you give me a ride?" I shouted to him from the living room. I pulled on a jean jacket. I think it was Soda's. Oh well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
"Sure, kid." He said, and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator on his way out of the kitchen.
"Hey, don't drive my kid brother drunk, ya here?" Darry shouted after him.
"Yeah, yeah." Two-Bit muttered as he took a swig from the bottle.
He drove me to the school, and let me off as we came near the grounds.
"See ya Two-Bit!" I said with a little wave than walked off across the school grounds.
Our school wasn't too big, and wasn't too small neither. It was just a public high school in the centre of Tulsa, Oklahoma where both Socs and Greasers attended. Or, in the Greaser's cases, pretended to attend and really just skipped.
I walked in the front door of the school, ignoring the glares and curious glances from the other kids. Yes, lets all turn and stare at the hood who got beat on. How fun.
My locker was up a flight of stairs to the right. I shoved my bag in and pulled out my book for English. That was my first class. Who knew how much work I'd missed.
I headed for my class, brushing off the common shouts of 'filthy hood' from a group of Socy girls walking by. I saw Cherry there. She was catcalling just as much as the rest of them. I ignored all of them, but watched her out of the corner of my eye. She winked at me. Gosh, but she blended in well.
I got into my English class, and my teacher handed m a package as I slumped down in my seat. I absentmindedly rubbed my shoulder; it still stung. I ripped open the top to the brown package and pulled out my hefty English essay and a small piece of paper. It had my teacher's signature on the bottom.
Ponyboy Curtis,
Your paper for my class was above and beyond the expectations. This written piece exceeds the criteria enormously. You will not only receive a passing mark for this class, but an A for this paper. I have asked the other English teachers in the school to read this, and they completely agree with me. I would like to send this to a publisher, who would no doubt be interested in your work. With your permission, and a little editing, your paper could very well be made into a book.
Pony stared at the note, rereading it many times over to make sure it was true. Then he paused. Did he really want the whole world, Greaser and Soc alike, to read about his life? His thoughts? His strengths and weaknesses? He put his head in his arms, and thought.
Did he really want to do that? It might-It just might help the relationship between the social classes. Maybe, just maybe, if other Socs read about a Greaser who dug sunsets, they might see over the differences; like Randy and Cherry. Would it really help? He wanted the rivalry to stop. He lost two friends in one night because of it. Sure, neither of them had died directly from it, but one thing lead to another. And ever kid living on the West side heard about hoods who got jumped-and didn't live to brag about it.
The similarities were there, just hard to find; the differences were exaggerated by time and tradition. Socs against Greasers. It had been like that for as long as anyone could remember.
Pony stood up, and walked up to the teacher's desk.
"Yes?" The English teacher asked.
"You have my permission."
~*~
Author's Note:
Review and I'll be one very happy girl.
Lynne: * bouncing around *
DAMMIT KATE I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO KEEP HER OUT OF THE SUGAR!! * Lynne bounces past with a very large bag of sugar over one shoulder and laughing hysterically *
Kate: * shrugs *
Aww crap. * shakes head at Lynne running into a wall * Go fix her.
Kate: How???
I DON'T KNOW!!!
Kate: Fine. Whatever. * jumps and does a running tackle, dragging Lynne to the floor *
* scratches head * Was there no less physical way to do that?
Kate: No.
Anyway.... * heavy sigh * Review? Please? It would make me very happy.
Till next time wonderful reader people,
~Eh, Man