Steve. He was standing in a shaded corner with Two-bit and Curly.

"whats wrong with you?" Steve asked

"I just though you were- no..... nothing. I gotta go," I said.

"damn, cant have a decent conversation with that chick," I heard after I turned my back.

"what?!" I asked as I turned around. Knowing Curly was the only one who had the guts to say it while I was still there.

"yeah. You heard me. You don't like to talk do you?" he said.

"so what do you want me to do? Turn into someone like you?" I said sarcastically.

"yeah. Turn into me......a carbon copy...," he thought out loud," here, start by chewing this gum."

"are you kidding? Now you're a teacher of somekind?" I said, taking the gum anyway and stuffing it into my pocket.

"yeah. I'm your teacher. And eat your gum, NOW!"

"ok! ok! just don't get your ass in a bunch!" I said, eating the thing, nibble by nibble.

"now.....uh..... waltz into that classroom and slam your books onto the desk," Two-bit said, pushing me in.

I did. I slammed my books onto the back desk in the corner, near the window. In case I needed to just, run away. All of the class jumped out of their seats when I broke the nerve racking silence.

"Miss T, I hope that wont ever happen again," Miss Bakta said as she entered," Good morning class."

"Good Morning Miss Bakta," the whole class said dully, but me. I was too busy looking out the window for Soda's Ford to come by the alley and tell me to ditch.

"Miss t...... MISS T!" Miss Bakta yelled." Answer question number five." I gave no answers, I had better things to listen to than her moaning voice.

I looked at the door, Curly's head was in the small window. GET TOUGH he mouthed.

I arose," Where do you think your going?" Miss Bakta asked.

"anywhere but here" I said.

"I DON'T THINK SO MISSY!"

I walked out anyway. I walked straight passed Curly," where ya goin?" he asked.

"I don't know. A walk I guess," I said.

I just walked until it was lunch time. I lost Curly in a group of girls and I didn't want to bother Soda, he needed to make more money.

I slowly walked back to that school. I was still a mere 5 blocks away.

As I slowly walked, a car came down next to me," need a life?" the driver asked. I recognized him as the boy the other girls who didn't like Soda drooled over. "do I know you?" I asked.

"no. but I bet ya've heard of me. I'm Timothy. I know you though, your Soda's chick," he said. Driving slowly to keep up with my pace.

"sure, why not. I mean its just right there," I said, hopping into the car. I had a defense mechanism anyway, Two-bits switchblade. I got too lazy to give it back.

I reached school and had a quick lunch and began to walk to the Dingo in search for a job to help the Curtis'. I walked even slower since I had a book in my hand.

~*soda*~

I was just coming back from Trish's school since Curly said she had just left. I was on my way for a quick drink when I came across Trish reading heading that direction.

"you shouldn't do that," I said, disguising my voice as Steve's high one but it just came out as a retarded chicken.

"why not?" she asked, still walking with her head in a book.

"because I can do this," I pushed the back of her knees and she fell into my arms," someone can kidnap you!"

"at least I can read without running into anything, I already ran into a lamp post and a tree and it hurts right here," she said, rubbing her forehead.

"aw, poor baby," I said, sarcastically but kissing her forehead anyway," where ya headed?"

"the dingo," she said.

"cool! I can give you a lift!" I said.

We went in and she asked for a job, she got one. Part time on weekdays.