I am such a bitch. Oh well. You know what? I'm sick of all these stories on
the net. I mean, yeah lots of them are pretty good, I'm sure, but there are
just too many of them.
This is my version of a few common ideas that are out there. And no, I am not being mean, and I am not picking on anyone's story in particular. I am just giving a more...realistic side to things. They're pretty short, just one shots.
Its what I would write, if I ever picked up this topic. This isn't meant to bash anyone, and they're not really a parody. I don't come outright and say mean stuff, just I don't know.... Read.
Damsel in Distress
Soda and Pony were walking around the lot, kicking around an old beer can they found laying around. Suddenly they heard a soft moan from the other end of the lot. Quickly they rushed over there. There was a dark figure lying on the ground, obviously unconscious. Cautiously Soda turned it over. He gave out a soft gasp as he saw that the figure was a young girl: probably about Pony's age. She had been beaten pretty badly. Her right eye was swelling shut and almost bruised black. Her nose was swollen and dried blood surrounded her nostrils. She had a black lip, and a bit of blood was streaming from the corner of her mouth. The rest of her exposed skin was bruised up as well. She wasn't dressed all too well. She wasn't a greaser; there were very few, if any female greasers around. But she was probably from that side of town, just another poor kid. She had to be, after all, who was stupid enough to pick on a soc chick?
"Holy shit, Soda." Pony murmured.
"What do you think we should do with her?" Soda asked.
"Maybe we should take her to our house, just so we can see if she's okay." Pony said thoughtfully.
Soda turned to face him, and shook his head in disbelief. "Of all the stupid ideas. I though you were s'posed to be the smart one, Ponyboy. We ain't no doctors. How are we s'posed to know if she's alright?" he asked.
Pony didn't answer him.
"We need to take her to a hospital." Soda said slowly. "Pony, run home, get Darry, and call an ambulance."
Pony stood there for a moment.
"Hurry, damn it!" Soda yelled. Ponyboy nodded and started running as fast as he could home.
Soda stayed with the girl, who was beginning to stir.
"Hey honey, just lay still for a bit. You're hurt something awful." Soda soothed.
The girl opened her eyes slightly. She was really disoriented from the beating she had taken, so could not make any real sense.
"Shush, we're gonna call an ambulance for ya." Soda said.
"Who--" she said hoarsely.
"The name's Sodapop Curtis. I ain't gonna hurt ya." Soda said. He would have asked the girl's name, but thought it better if she didn't speak.
In a few minutes Darry showed up, and tried to see how bad the girl was. But not being a doctor, he couldn't really tell. It wasn't too long until the ambulance appeared. The paramedics quickly loaded the girl onto the stretcher, and took her away. The three Curtis boys went home, hoping the girl would be all right.
A week passed. The Curtis brothers tried to put the situation past them, but they still worried. They couldn't see the girl at the hospital, for they didn't know her name. Then one day they got a visit.
There was a knock at the screen door. Darry came to answer it, and was pretty surprised to see two policemen standing on his front porch.
"We need to speak to one, ..." The policeman stared at the notebook he carried for a moment, "One, Sodapop Curtis?" he said.
"What's the problem, officer?" Darry asked, his mind frantically wondering what trouble his kid brother had gotten into.
"Are you Sodapop Curtis?" the officer asked.
"No, I'm his guardian." Darry answered.
"We need to speak to Sodapop Curtis. He is the one who found one, Danielle Freetle. We are trying to find the people who assaulted her." He said, a bit roughly.
Darry suddenly understood. He quickly opened the door. "Oh yes, come in. I'll go get Sodapop."
In a moment Soda came out. Darry invited the officers to sit down. They declined.
"We just need to get some facts, and then we'll be on our way." The head officer said, sounding as if the last thing he wanted was to be in the poor class Curtis household, or even on this case.
"Danielle Freetle gave us your name. How do you know her?"
"I don't. Me and Ponyboy were just walking through the old lot and we found her."
"She was already wounded?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't see anyone else there? No one nearby?"
"No, we didn't see anyone, but her."
"And you've never seen the girl before?"
"No, never."
"Do you have any idea who could have done this?"
"No."
"Alright, that should do." the other officer said, going to the door.
"Thank you for your time, and inform us if you find anything else out." The head officer said, although he sounded as if being bothered by a couple greasers was the last thing he wanted.
They left before Soda could ask how the girl was. But six days later, another visitor came to their door. Standing there was the girl, wearing an arm cast, and still sporting some of her bruises.
"Sodapop Curtis?" she asked, when Soda came to the door.
"Yeah? Glory, you're her. Wow, I'm so glad to see you're okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got beat up by some girls I know. We don't exactly get along. I just came to thank you for helping me out that day." She said.
"Hey, no problem. I mean, I couldn't just leave you there." Soda said.
"No, I guess not. Well, thanks again. I have to go. My mom wants me." she said, signaling to the woman waiting in the car, parked outside of the Curtis place.
"Alright. Well, see you."
"Bye."
With that the girl turned and left. Besides Two-Bit teasing Soda for a while about his little damsel in distress, Soda was changed little by the whole event. After all, girls are found beat up in the lot all the time, aren't they? The Curtis life went back to normal, and they never saw Danielle Freetle again. They had no reason to see her again.
The End
~If they did find someone, she probably wouldn't of affected them too much. Now that is realistic. I can't believe some of the drivvle I've read on this topic. Most of it belongs in the fantasy section, because that is all it is. An unreal fantasy! How you like? Okay, next story.~ oh and please review every individual story, so review this one before moving onto the next one.
I accept flames and criticisms.
This is my version of a few common ideas that are out there. And no, I am not being mean, and I am not picking on anyone's story in particular. I am just giving a more...realistic side to things. They're pretty short, just one shots.
Its what I would write, if I ever picked up this topic. This isn't meant to bash anyone, and they're not really a parody. I don't come outright and say mean stuff, just I don't know.... Read.
Damsel in Distress
Soda and Pony were walking around the lot, kicking around an old beer can they found laying around. Suddenly they heard a soft moan from the other end of the lot. Quickly they rushed over there. There was a dark figure lying on the ground, obviously unconscious. Cautiously Soda turned it over. He gave out a soft gasp as he saw that the figure was a young girl: probably about Pony's age. She had been beaten pretty badly. Her right eye was swelling shut and almost bruised black. Her nose was swollen and dried blood surrounded her nostrils. She had a black lip, and a bit of blood was streaming from the corner of her mouth. The rest of her exposed skin was bruised up as well. She wasn't dressed all too well. She wasn't a greaser; there were very few, if any female greasers around. But she was probably from that side of town, just another poor kid. She had to be, after all, who was stupid enough to pick on a soc chick?
"Holy shit, Soda." Pony murmured.
"What do you think we should do with her?" Soda asked.
"Maybe we should take her to our house, just so we can see if she's okay." Pony said thoughtfully.
Soda turned to face him, and shook his head in disbelief. "Of all the stupid ideas. I though you were s'posed to be the smart one, Ponyboy. We ain't no doctors. How are we s'posed to know if she's alright?" he asked.
Pony didn't answer him.
"We need to take her to a hospital." Soda said slowly. "Pony, run home, get Darry, and call an ambulance."
Pony stood there for a moment.
"Hurry, damn it!" Soda yelled. Ponyboy nodded and started running as fast as he could home.
Soda stayed with the girl, who was beginning to stir.
"Hey honey, just lay still for a bit. You're hurt something awful." Soda soothed.
The girl opened her eyes slightly. She was really disoriented from the beating she had taken, so could not make any real sense.
"Shush, we're gonna call an ambulance for ya." Soda said.
"Who--" she said hoarsely.
"The name's Sodapop Curtis. I ain't gonna hurt ya." Soda said. He would have asked the girl's name, but thought it better if she didn't speak.
In a few minutes Darry showed up, and tried to see how bad the girl was. But not being a doctor, he couldn't really tell. It wasn't too long until the ambulance appeared. The paramedics quickly loaded the girl onto the stretcher, and took her away. The three Curtis boys went home, hoping the girl would be all right.
A week passed. The Curtis brothers tried to put the situation past them, but they still worried. They couldn't see the girl at the hospital, for they didn't know her name. Then one day they got a visit.
There was a knock at the screen door. Darry came to answer it, and was pretty surprised to see two policemen standing on his front porch.
"We need to speak to one, ..." The policeman stared at the notebook he carried for a moment, "One, Sodapop Curtis?" he said.
"What's the problem, officer?" Darry asked, his mind frantically wondering what trouble his kid brother had gotten into.
"Are you Sodapop Curtis?" the officer asked.
"No, I'm his guardian." Darry answered.
"We need to speak to Sodapop Curtis. He is the one who found one, Danielle Freetle. We are trying to find the people who assaulted her." He said, a bit roughly.
Darry suddenly understood. He quickly opened the door. "Oh yes, come in. I'll go get Sodapop."
In a moment Soda came out. Darry invited the officers to sit down. They declined.
"We just need to get some facts, and then we'll be on our way." The head officer said, sounding as if the last thing he wanted was to be in the poor class Curtis household, or even on this case.
"Danielle Freetle gave us your name. How do you know her?"
"I don't. Me and Ponyboy were just walking through the old lot and we found her."
"She was already wounded?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't see anyone else there? No one nearby?"
"No, we didn't see anyone, but her."
"And you've never seen the girl before?"
"No, never."
"Do you have any idea who could have done this?"
"No."
"Alright, that should do." the other officer said, going to the door.
"Thank you for your time, and inform us if you find anything else out." The head officer said, although he sounded as if being bothered by a couple greasers was the last thing he wanted.
They left before Soda could ask how the girl was. But six days later, another visitor came to their door. Standing there was the girl, wearing an arm cast, and still sporting some of her bruises.
"Sodapop Curtis?" she asked, when Soda came to the door.
"Yeah? Glory, you're her. Wow, I'm so glad to see you're okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got beat up by some girls I know. We don't exactly get along. I just came to thank you for helping me out that day." She said.
"Hey, no problem. I mean, I couldn't just leave you there." Soda said.
"No, I guess not. Well, thanks again. I have to go. My mom wants me." she said, signaling to the woman waiting in the car, parked outside of the Curtis place.
"Alright. Well, see you."
"Bye."
With that the girl turned and left. Besides Two-Bit teasing Soda for a while about his little damsel in distress, Soda was changed little by the whole event. After all, girls are found beat up in the lot all the time, aren't they? The Curtis life went back to normal, and they never saw Danielle Freetle again. They had no reason to see her again.
The End
~If they did find someone, she probably wouldn't of affected them too much. Now that is realistic. I can't believe some of the drivvle I've read on this topic. Most of it belongs in the fantasy section, because that is all it is. An unreal fantasy! How you like? Okay, next story.~ oh and please review every individual story, so review this one before moving onto the next one.
I accept flames and criticisms.