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Scout's POV
School was the same as everyday. I fell asleep in Mr. Jenkins's math class and got a detention. Darry was going to kill me for that. I would just have to make Ponyboy cover for me. Anyway, on the way to the parking lot for lunch I ran into some socs who were extremely bored. Before they could jump me, though, Two-Bit and Steve (Soda's best buddy) arrived and scared them off. I'll never admit it to them, though. I insisted I had it all under control. Plus, one of them was Loren Blackwell. I'd seen him jump many greasers, but he always avoided me for some reason. I just thought he was a pansy.
Two-Bit drove Steve and me to the DX station where Soda works full- time. Somehow Ponyboy and Johnny were already there waiting.
"Hey, Scout, what's this I hear about a detention your first day back?" Soda questioned in a serious tone. I didn't know what his problem was. He never bothered me about school business.
"It ain't nothing important, Soda. I just closed my eyes for a minute in class, that's all." I replied grumpily. I already had Darry breathing down my neck about school all the time and I sure as heck didn't need it from Sodapop, too.
"Well you just make sure it don't happen again. Are you listening to me, Scout?" Soda scolded.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, Sodapop." I answered with sarcasm practically dripping from my lips. He gave me a look to match Darry's. That look was quickly becoming known as the "reserved for Scout" look. I knew I was being a spoiled brat to them, but being the only girl amongst all those guys was tough and I needed to let them know I was fit to run with the gang.
We took our time eating since there really wasn't any rush to get back to school. But every lunch hour must come to an end, and this one seemed to come all too early. Soon we were back in school and I was very slowly meandering my way to Spanish class. The teacher was always late for that class so I knew I'd be okay. When I got to class there was no teacher, as usual. I walked up to the front of the room and started my own lecture.
"Okay, class, settle! Settle!" I joked with an almost perfect impression of Mr. Stat. The class erupted with laughter. My ADHD had taken over.
"Okay, class, this year we are going to review everything you learned last year with a bit of hands on learning!" I continued mocking his enthusiastic hand motions. "Does anyone remember what 'la oveja' means?"
The class erupted in 'baahing' and other sheep impressions.
"AHEM!" a voice came from the door. Busted again. Why couldn't I just resist trouble? "I'm glad you admire my teaching method so much, Ms. Curtis. Perhaps you would like to stay after school and learn my ways in more detail." Mr. Stats proclaimed handing me my second detention slip of the day. Darry was really going to kill me now. I took the pink sheet of paper back to my desk to fill it out. Why'd I always have to let everyone down?
"Another one?! How did you manage two detentions in one day?!" Ponyboy exclaimed after school when I told him why I couldn't walk him home.
"It wasn't my fault! If the teacher would have been there on time it wouldn't have happened!" I replied defensively. Ponyboy clearly didn't believe me and rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Look, Pon, will you just cover for me, please? If you do it just this once I'll be good the rest of the year, I promise!"
Ponyboy sighed heavily and I knew I had won. "I still don't believe you, but fine. Just this once!"
I thanked him and gave him a hug. "I owe you one!"
"Yes you do. I'll see you at home." He shouted back to me as I ran back to detention and signed myself in.
It was 4:00 when they finally let me go home. But they gave me the "you have great potential" speech. Bor-ing! I managed to zone out early into it. I'd heard that speech many times before, mostly from Darry.
I realized I still had to walk the 15 minute walk home all alone. An icy sensation crawled up my back and I shivered. It wasn't even cold out. 'I'll just walk to the lot and see if Johnny is there to walk me home.' I thought to myself. Like I said earlier, greasers can't walk alone most of the time we get jumped. I picked up an empty coke bottle just in case and stuffed it in a pocket of my satchel. I was a few blocks from home when I heard the car trailing me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue mustang pull up to the curb and 5 grinning socs jumped out. I kept reminding myself to breathe while they surrounded me. One of them was that damn pansy Loren Blackwell.
"Look what we found, boys, a pretty little greaser walking all by her lonesome self." A tall boy with dark hair spat at me. Sweat was pouring down my back and I made a quick grab at the bottle in my bag. I wasn't quick enough, though, and they had me down on the ground in a second. I started to scream my head off but a sharp pain in my jaw and the sickening crack of bone breaking silenced me. The one on top of me had broken my jaw and tears welled up in my eyes. I started kicking and fighting to get up.
"Lor, hold her still damn it!" the one on me yelled.
"Guys, let's just go, she's just a girl!" Loren replied nervously. I told you he was a pansy. The guys only laughed and more cracks told me my ribs were broken from sharp kicks to the side by another soc. Things were coming in and out of focus and soon I could only hear muffled shouting. The guy sitting on me was asking Loren what the hell he was doing and then there was silence and I passed out cold.
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Ok, guys, how was it? I'm feeling good about this story I really am. Please REVIEW. I love reviews! Well bye now.
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Scout's POV
School was the same as everyday. I fell asleep in Mr. Jenkins's math class and got a detention. Darry was going to kill me for that. I would just have to make Ponyboy cover for me. Anyway, on the way to the parking lot for lunch I ran into some socs who were extremely bored. Before they could jump me, though, Two-Bit and Steve (Soda's best buddy) arrived and scared them off. I'll never admit it to them, though. I insisted I had it all under control. Plus, one of them was Loren Blackwell. I'd seen him jump many greasers, but he always avoided me for some reason. I just thought he was a pansy.
Two-Bit drove Steve and me to the DX station where Soda works full- time. Somehow Ponyboy and Johnny were already there waiting.
"Hey, Scout, what's this I hear about a detention your first day back?" Soda questioned in a serious tone. I didn't know what his problem was. He never bothered me about school business.
"It ain't nothing important, Soda. I just closed my eyes for a minute in class, that's all." I replied grumpily. I already had Darry breathing down my neck about school all the time and I sure as heck didn't need it from Sodapop, too.
"Well you just make sure it don't happen again. Are you listening to me, Scout?" Soda scolded.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure, Sodapop." I answered with sarcasm practically dripping from my lips. He gave me a look to match Darry's. That look was quickly becoming known as the "reserved for Scout" look. I knew I was being a spoiled brat to them, but being the only girl amongst all those guys was tough and I needed to let them know I was fit to run with the gang.
We took our time eating since there really wasn't any rush to get back to school. But every lunch hour must come to an end, and this one seemed to come all too early. Soon we were back in school and I was very slowly meandering my way to Spanish class. The teacher was always late for that class so I knew I'd be okay. When I got to class there was no teacher, as usual. I walked up to the front of the room and started my own lecture.
"Okay, class, settle! Settle!" I joked with an almost perfect impression of Mr. Stat. The class erupted with laughter. My ADHD had taken over.
"Okay, class, this year we are going to review everything you learned last year with a bit of hands on learning!" I continued mocking his enthusiastic hand motions. "Does anyone remember what 'la oveja' means?"
The class erupted in 'baahing' and other sheep impressions.
"AHEM!" a voice came from the door. Busted again. Why couldn't I just resist trouble? "I'm glad you admire my teaching method so much, Ms. Curtis. Perhaps you would like to stay after school and learn my ways in more detail." Mr. Stats proclaimed handing me my second detention slip of the day. Darry was really going to kill me now. I took the pink sheet of paper back to my desk to fill it out. Why'd I always have to let everyone down?
"Another one?! How did you manage two detentions in one day?!" Ponyboy exclaimed after school when I told him why I couldn't walk him home.
"It wasn't my fault! If the teacher would have been there on time it wouldn't have happened!" I replied defensively. Ponyboy clearly didn't believe me and rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Look, Pon, will you just cover for me, please? If you do it just this once I'll be good the rest of the year, I promise!"
Ponyboy sighed heavily and I knew I had won. "I still don't believe you, but fine. Just this once!"
I thanked him and gave him a hug. "I owe you one!"
"Yes you do. I'll see you at home." He shouted back to me as I ran back to detention and signed myself in.
It was 4:00 when they finally let me go home. But they gave me the "you have great potential" speech. Bor-ing! I managed to zone out early into it. I'd heard that speech many times before, mostly from Darry.
I realized I still had to walk the 15 minute walk home all alone. An icy sensation crawled up my back and I shivered. It wasn't even cold out. 'I'll just walk to the lot and see if Johnny is there to walk me home.' I thought to myself. Like I said earlier, greasers can't walk alone most of the time we get jumped. I picked up an empty coke bottle just in case and stuffed it in a pocket of my satchel. I was a few blocks from home when I heard the car trailing me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue mustang pull up to the curb and 5 grinning socs jumped out. I kept reminding myself to breathe while they surrounded me. One of them was that damn pansy Loren Blackwell.
"Look what we found, boys, a pretty little greaser walking all by her lonesome self." A tall boy with dark hair spat at me. Sweat was pouring down my back and I made a quick grab at the bottle in my bag. I wasn't quick enough, though, and they had me down on the ground in a second. I started to scream my head off but a sharp pain in my jaw and the sickening crack of bone breaking silenced me. The one on top of me had broken my jaw and tears welled up in my eyes. I started kicking and fighting to get up.
"Lor, hold her still damn it!" the one on me yelled.
"Guys, let's just go, she's just a girl!" Loren replied nervously. I told you he was a pansy. The guys only laughed and more cracks told me my ribs were broken from sharp kicks to the side by another soc. Things were coming in and out of focus and soon I could only hear muffled shouting. The guy sitting on me was asking Loren what the hell he was doing and then there was silence and I passed out cold.
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Ok, guys, how was it? I'm feeling good about this story I really am. Please REVIEW. I love reviews! Well bye now.
~E~