Ok I wrote this while being ticked off at some guy so I'm in a bad mood so
if it seems dark and moody.that's just my reflection on my story and I
apologize.
Scout's POV (Past tense stuff here)
"SCOUT!!" my older brother Darry shouted at me pounding on my bedroom door. "Scout, wake up! Come on, Scout, school today, and wake up!" Darry continued to pound on my door. I rolled over and pulled my pillow on top of my head. September the 1st. I hated that date. I disliked school with a passion. My younger brother Ponyboy loved school, but that's just because he was so brainy. I went because Darry made me. I did understand everything I learned but I didn't like being at school, where people sneered at you and whispered and cussed you out.at least they did if you were a greaser, like myself. I was 15 years old then, 11 months younger than my 16 year old brother Sodapop. I lived in East Tulsa with my brothers Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy. With the exception of Darry, my brothers and I had peculiar names our father had decided on. I liked mine well enough though and would belt anyone who tried to make fun of it.
Darry opened the door to my bedroom then and flicked the light switch on. Light flooded my room and I squinted at my big brother standing in the doorway.
"Darry, leave me alone. I'm tired!" I whined chucking one of my zebras at him. He caught it and threw it back at me.
"Scout, you better be downstairs for breakfast in 5 minutes or I'll come up here and skin you alive." Darry threatened. I knew he wasn't serious and stuck my tongue out at him once he left. Even though I knew Darry would never lay a hand on me I obeyed him and dragged myself out of bed. I really was not a morning person.
I put on some jeans that used to be Soda's and didn't fit right, but we couldn't afford anything new. I began picking at the rip in the knee out of habit and ended up making it a bit bigger. I also put on a plaid button- down shirt that I stole from our friend Two-Bit. He never realized it and I figured since he steals them from the store I could steal them from him. Plus Two-Bit never looked good in plaid. I grabbed a brush from my night stand and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I didn't feel like dressing to impress, mostly because the first day of school always depressed me. Every year I had to go back and face those malicious faces that hated me just as much- or even more- as I hated them. I dragged my heels down the stairs and into the kitchen where Darry set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. I wolfed the meal down quickly and downed a glass of orange juice.
"I should get going. Don't want to be late for school." I said getting up.
"Wait just a second now, Scout, we agreed you would walk Ponyboy to school." Darry reminded me. I opened my mouth to protest but Darry gave me one of those looks that shuts you up real fast.
"Fine! Come on, Pony, let's get going." I ordered yanking my younger brother out of his seat. Darry gave me a disdainful look that I ignored. I could be a complete pain in the ass sometimes but I just couldn't help it. Sometimes my ADD took over and I did things I'd regret. But I know I can't blame things on my ADD. At least I had some sense that hadn't been knocked out of me by a fist. I said my brothers would never hit me, but I did get in plenty of fights as a kid. Mostly it was with some bastard who thought they'd make a snide remark about me or my family and I made them think again.
I grabbed my old, faded school satchel that contained my notebook for writing, a few pencils, and To Kill a Mockingbird, which was my favorite book of all time. I read it about twice a year and had first started reading it when I was 10 years old because the girl's name was Scout, also.
Anyway, the walk to school wasn't bad. At least the distance wasn't bad. But, too many times a soc would decide it was a good day for some greaser-jumping and get us before school. But the first day of school never started like that. And this year I had Ponyboy to walk to school with and the socs backed off sometimes if there was more than one of us. Ponyboy knew better to talk to me in the mornings, especially on the first day of school, so we walked along in silence for 15 minutes before we reached the old, moldy building known as Central High.
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Ok so how do you like it so far? I know Scout's quite the little b*tch but I want to keep her as far away from mary-sueism as possible so I made her very flawful (if that's a word.) Well review please.this is only like an intro chapter but I will soon develop more of a plot. I love reviews. Bye now.
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Scout's POV (Past tense stuff here)
"SCOUT!!" my older brother Darry shouted at me pounding on my bedroom door. "Scout, wake up! Come on, Scout, school today, and wake up!" Darry continued to pound on my door. I rolled over and pulled my pillow on top of my head. September the 1st. I hated that date. I disliked school with a passion. My younger brother Ponyboy loved school, but that's just because he was so brainy. I went because Darry made me. I did understand everything I learned but I didn't like being at school, where people sneered at you and whispered and cussed you out.at least they did if you were a greaser, like myself. I was 15 years old then, 11 months younger than my 16 year old brother Sodapop. I lived in East Tulsa with my brothers Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy. With the exception of Darry, my brothers and I had peculiar names our father had decided on. I liked mine well enough though and would belt anyone who tried to make fun of it.
Darry opened the door to my bedroom then and flicked the light switch on. Light flooded my room and I squinted at my big brother standing in the doorway.
"Darry, leave me alone. I'm tired!" I whined chucking one of my zebras at him. He caught it and threw it back at me.
"Scout, you better be downstairs for breakfast in 5 minutes or I'll come up here and skin you alive." Darry threatened. I knew he wasn't serious and stuck my tongue out at him once he left. Even though I knew Darry would never lay a hand on me I obeyed him and dragged myself out of bed. I really was not a morning person.
I put on some jeans that used to be Soda's and didn't fit right, but we couldn't afford anything new. I began picking at the rip in the knee out of habit and ended up making it a bit bigger. I also put on a plaid button- down shirt that I stole from our friend Two-Bit. He never realized it and I figured since he steals them from the store I could steal them from him. Plus Two-Bit never looked good in plaid. I grabbed a brush from my night stand and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I didn't feel like dressing to impress, mostly because the first day of school always depressed me. Every year I had to go back and face those malicious faces that hated me just as much- or even more- as I hated them. I dragged my heels down the stairs and into the kitchen where Darry set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. I wolfed the meal down quickly and downed a glass of orange juice.
"I should get going. Don't want to be late for school." I said getting up.
"Wait just a second now, Scout, we agreed you would walk Ponyboy to school." Darry reminded me. I opened my mouth to protest but Darry gave me one of those looks that shuts you up real fast.
"Fine! Come on, Pony, let's get going." I ordered yanking my younger brother out of his seat. Darry gave me a disdainful look that I ignored. I could be a complete pain in the ass sometimes but I just couldn't help it. Sometimes my ADD took over and I did things I'd regret. But I know I can't blame things on my ADD. At least I had some sense that hadn't been knocked out of me by a fist. I said my brothers would never hit me, but I did get in plenty of fights as a kid. Mostly it was with some bastard who thought they'd make a snide remark about me or my family and I made them think again.
I grabbed my old, faded school satchel that contained my notebook for writing, a few pencils, and To Kill a Mockingbird, which was my favorite book of all time. I read it about twice a year and had first started reading it when I was 10 years old because the girl's name was Scout, also.
Anyway, the walk to school wasn't bad. At least the distance wasn't bad. But, too many times a soc would decide it was a good day for some greaser-jumping and get us before school. But the first day of school never started like that. And this year I had Ponyboy to walk to school with and the socs backed off sometimes if there was more than one of us. Ponyboy knew better to talk to me in the mornings, especially on the first day of school, so we walked along in silence for 15 minutes before we reached the old, moldy building known as Central High.
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Ok so how do you like it so far? I know Scout's quite the little b*tch but I want to keep her as far away from mary-sueism as possible so I made her very flawful (if that's a word.) Well review please.this is only like an intro chapter but I will soon develop more of a plot. I love reviews. Bye now.
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