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hope y'all liked the last chap
it will tie together better as I go
and I'm no different than the rest of y'all: I love reviews
even if you don't like it, then review and gripe and/or give constructive criticism
and here is Chapter 6
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*Pony's outlook*
I took off down the road. I didn't care what else Two-Bit knew. Right then, I wanted to find Darry. I had to see him right then. I couldn't wait. It had to be now.
The mere thought of Darry was agitating and nawing away at my mind as my legs pumped as hard as I could make them. I was ready to belt him. This tells you how crazy mad I was at him, cause no sane person wants to hit Darry. He's got a hard backlash.
What was his deal? The letters are MINE. He ain't got no right to keep my stuff from me. What, did he not want me talking with a jailbird? Darry's crazy if that's whats up. I mean, I hung out with Dally, the epitome of a crook, when I was real little up to just a few years ago...(I shook my head away from the thoughts that come whenever I think of him). Most people I know have been to jail at least once. I'm a greaser for crying out loud. Maybe Darry did it cause Mark was a pusher? I've known drug-dealers before and Dally has just warned me not to do the stuff. I couldn't figure this whole mess out.
I would wait to really think about Mark and what was in the letters after I talked to Darry.
I was in front of our place, barely fit to be called a house, before my anger died down all the way.
I threw open the door and yelled "DARRY!"
Sodapop bent around the wall from inside the kitchen.
"What's with you, Pony? Darry's still at school."
Darry had just got into college at Tulsa University. He had gotten some scholarships and was paying for some of it himself.
"Two-Bit told me about some letters..."
"Awww man..." Soda groaned.
"What! You knew about them, too?!" Ignorning how mad I was, Sodapop mumbled
"He must've heard me and Darry talking yesterday night. That blabbing good-for-nothing..." I was in no mood to agree with him on Two Bit's faults.
"SODA! Who do you think you are? Keeping this from me? I'm 16! I'm your brother!"
"Calm down little ma-, um, Pony. Its not like that."
"What's it like then?"
"Shoot. Sit down."
I sat down, but I was still mad. Being confused doesn't make me happy, I guess.
"Mark was writing you these grissly letters about life in prison. Darry didn't want you to see them."
"I'm not a baby..."
"That's not all. If he doesn't make parole or something soon, we were thinking about busting him out or letting him stay here after he does. Darry didn't tell you cause he didn't want you involved in all the bad, bad illegal stuff. And also you might have telled Cathy cause she's your girl and she might tell Bryon cause you said they were kind of chums now, and you know Bryon can't be trusted."
Wow. This was a lot to handle. I ran my hand backwards through my hair. Mark was gonna be back? I talked like I wasn't thinking of him saying, "Y'all have no faith in me. I...am...your...brother. Get it straight. You can count on me." Really, though, how could I get around this if we really did hide Mark? I was trying to make things better with Cathy, and sneaking around hiding Mark and having to lie to her wasn't gonna make things easier. But helping Mark is more important right now. He could get killed in there. And I'm sick of death.
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*Cherry*
What do you do when the person you love dies?
You can't bring him back. You are powerless. There is nothing you can do. There is no answer to undo what was done. It is defininte. It is a fact that they are dead and you can't change facts. It is torturous when you can't do anything. You have to keep going with the maddening knowledge of lost love lingering in your mind.
I remember when I was sixteen. My boyfriend was killed. He was ripped from my life. I looked and looked but he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere on the entire earth.
There had been an open casket. His eyes were shut. I wanted to look into those beautiful dark green eyes. I had grown accustomed to seeing the reflection of myself hopelessly in love in them.
Even when Bob was alive, I had this small crush on someone else. It would never work out between me and Dally. He was the incarnate of all things bad in life as far as I could tell. I had a few little silly fantasies that Dallas would help me let go of Bob and I'd roll my eyes at Dally whenever he did something crazy and then I'd laugh and things would all be okay. Maybe I didn't actually have any legit feelings for Dallas Winston, but it hurt bad when he died. It was the same week as Bob.
That was years ago. Now I'm dating Chance Dixon. He's super nice and he's a football player and I'm a cheerleader at Tulsa University. Things are so great. But I still have these horrible reminders of the past everytime I see Pony or Two-Bit or anyone of them. I don't see any of them too much, and I'm civil and friendly whenever I do, like today when I ran into Two-Bit. I just want to be happy.
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*Bryon*
I was planning to meet Cathy at the bowling alley after school for a friendly game of what else, bowling. Actually, I thought bowling was real dumb and I just wanted to grab something to eat and talk. I had hung out with her about every other day for the past two weeks. We had so much to talk about, so many things we hadn't got to during those past months. Movies that we wish we would've gone and seen, records that were too expensive to buy, and how much work got on our nerves.
I saw these two people-a guy and a girl-screaming their heads off at each other. Then the girl got sick of it I guess and she backhanded him. Then he grabbed her arm. All of a sudden Angela ran past me, I don't even think she saw me, with stuff falling out of her black leather purse. I don't know what the guy was going to do to the girl, but he didn't get the chance because Angela sprayed him in the eyes with her hairspray. The guy starting howling and then Angela kicked him with her high-heeled boots and then both girls ran off. I don't know what was funnier, the guy getting beat up by two chicks or Angela running in those things. She looked like she was gonna fall and plow into the ground any second. And it didn't help that she wasn't a graceful runner anyways. Her arms flapped around too much. I burst out laughing but then I shut-up because the guy opened his red eyes and looked at me like he was gonna kill me. Or the girls. Or all of us.
I walked past him to get into the door and bit down on my tongue hard so I wouldn't crack up.
The place was small enough. In a second I could tell that Cathy wasn't here yet. I went ahead and got a candy bar and sat down at a table close to a radio. I had heard this song so many times and I hated it, but I knew all the words by now so I mouthed them as the guy sang it.
Looking around, I saw that there was a coin operated pool table here. I hadn't played in about a year. There were two guys playing it right now. One was winning by a long shot. He was so cocky. Reminded me of myself, but I knew I could take him. At least I thought I could, playing pool is like riding a bike ain't it? Can't forget? I wasn't gonna hustle, but I was going to bet.
"Ten bucks says I can beat you." I said to him.
"Ain't no way." He laughed. "I'll let you try, but don't cry when you lose."
"Maybe I'll let you win. You're so ugly you ain't got nothing else going for you."
He cussed at me and said I was just cracking jokes cause I was scared. He told me to quit talking and to break.
I did and I got two solids in. I hadn't forgotten a thing.Then I was about to shoot again. Perfect shot, and then I could swear I heard a gun go off and I missed the ball. Aw, c'mon! I thought, I don't need to be having flashbacks like some guy back from Vietnam. I jerked my head up and let him shoot. After a few more minutes I decided he really was good. He was making some shots it took me years to make. But the fact was, I knew how to make those shots and better ones too, and I won. There was a real nice necklace I saw that I could get Cathy with that money. Then I remembered that she had told me she had to help her mom do something before she came here. I probably had time to go get it now.
I walked outside and heard some guys talking, walking past them, I saw them fooling around with a shotgun. So I wasn't crazy. They were.
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hope y'all liked the last chap
it will tie together better as I go
and I'm no different than the rest of y'all: I love reviews
even if you don't like it, then review and gripe and/or give constructive criticism
and here is Chapter 6
=========================================
*Pony's outlook*
I took off down the road. I didn't care what else Two-Bit knew. Right then, I wanted to find Darry. I had to see him right then. I couldn't wait. It had to be now.
The mere thought of Darry was agitating and nawing away at my mind as my legs pumped as hard as I could make them. I was ready to belt him. This tells you how crazy mad I was at him, cause no sane person wants to hit Darry. He's got a hard backlash.
What was his deal? The letters are MINE. He ain't got no right to keep my stuff from me. What, did he not want me talking with a jailbird? Darry's crazy if that's whats up. I mean, I hung out with Dally, the epitome of a crook, when I was real little up to just a few years ago...(I shook my head away from the thoughts that come whenever I think of him). Most people I know have been to jail at least once. I'm a greaser for crying out loud. Maybe Darry did it cause Mark was a pusher? I've known drug-dealers before and Dally has just warned me not to do the stuff. I couldn't figure this whole mess out.
I would wait to really think about Mark and what was in the letters after I talked to Darry.
I was in front of our place, barely fit to be called a house, before my anger died down all the way.
I threw open the door and yelled "DARRY!"
Sodapop bent around the wall from inside the kitchen.
"What's with you, Pony? Darry's still at school."
Darry had just got into college at Tulsa University. He had gotten some scholarships and was paying for some of it himself.
"Two-Bit told me about some letters..."
"Awww man..." Soda groaned.
"What! You knew about them, too?!" Ignorning how mad I was, Sodapop mumbled
"He must've heard me and Darry talking yesterday night. That blabbing good-for-nothing..." I was in no mood to agree with him on Two Bit's faults.
"SODA! Who do you think you are? Keeping this from me? I'm 16! I'm your brother!"
"Calm down little ma-, um, Pony. Its not like that."
"What's it like then?"
"Shoot. Sit down."
I sat down, but I was still mad. Being confused doesn't make me happy, I guess.
"Mark was writing you these grissly letters about life in prison. Darry didn't want you to see them."
"I'm not a baby..."
"That's not all. If he doesn't make parole or something soon, we were thinking about busting him out or letting him stay here after he does. Darry didn't tell you cause he didn't want you involved in all the bad, bad illegal stuff. And also you might have telled Cathy cause she's your girl and she might tell Bryon cause you said they were kind of chums now, and you know Bryon can't be trusted."
Wow. This was a lot to handle. I ran my hand backwards through my hair. Mark was gonna be back? I talked like I wasn't thinking of him saying, "Y'all have no faith in me. I...am...your...brother. Get it straight. You can count on me." Really, though, how could I get around this if we really did hide Mark? I was trying to make things better with Cathy, and sneaking around hiding Mark and having to lie to her wasn't gonna make things easier. But helping Mark is more important right now. He could get killed in there. And I'm sick of death.
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*Cherry*
What do you do when the person you love dies?
You can't bring him back. You are powerless. There is nothing you can do. There is no answer to undo what was done. It is defininte. It is a fact that they are dead and you can't change facts. It is torturous when you can't do anything. You have to keep going with the maddening knowledge of lost love lingering in your mind.
I remember when I was sixteen. My boyfriend was killed. He was ripped from my life. I looked and looked but he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere on the entire earth.
There had been an open casket. His eyes were shut. I wanted to look into those beautiful dark green eyes. I had grown accustomed to seeing the reflection of myself hopelessly in love in them.
Even when Bob was alive, I had this small crush on someone else. It would never work out between me and Dally. He was the incarnate of all things bad in life as far as I could tell. I had a few little silly fantasies that Dallas would help me let go of Bob and I'd roll my eyes at Dally whenever he did something crazy and then I'd laugh and things would all be okay. Maybe I didn't actually have any legit feelings for Dallas Winston, but it hurt bad when he died. It was the same week as Bob.
That was years ago. Now I'm dating Chance Dixon. He's super nice and he's a football player and I'm a cheerleader at Tulsa University. Things are so great. But I still have these horrible reminders of the past everytime I see Pony or Two-Bit or anyone of them. I don't see any of them too much, and I'm civil and friendly whenever I do, like today when I ran into Two-Bit. I just want to be happy.
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*Bryon*
I was planning to meet Cathy at the bowling alley after school for a friendly game of what else, bowling. Actually, I thought bowling was real dumb and I just wanted to grab something to eat and talk. I had hung out with her about every other day for the past two weeks. We had so much to talk about, so many things we hadn't got to during those past months. Movies that we wish we would've gone and seen, records that were too expensive to buy, and how much work got on our nerves.
I saw these two people-a guy and a girl-screaming their heads off at each other. Then the girl got sick of it I guess and she backhanded him. Then he grabbed her arm. All of a sudden Angela ran past me, I don't even think she saw me, with stuff falling out of her black leather purse. I don't know what the guy was going to do to the girl, but he didn't get the chance because Angela sprayed him in the eyes with her hairspray. The guy starting howling and then Angela kicked him with her high-heeled boots and then both girls ran off. I don't know what was funnier, the guy getting beat up by two chicks or Angela running in those things. She looked like she was gonna fall and plow into the ground any second. And it didn't help that she wasn't a graceful runner anyways. Her arms flapped around too much. I burst out laughing but then I shut-up because the guy opened his red eyes and looked at me like he was gonna kill me. Or the girls. Or all of us.
I walked past him to get into the door and bit down on my tongue hard so I wouldn't crack up.
The place was small enough. In a second I could tell that Cathy wasn't here yet. I went ahead and got a candy bar and sat down at a table close to a radio. I had heard this song so many times and I hated it, but I knew all the words by now so I mouthed them as the guy sang it.
Looking around, I saw that there was a coin operated pool table here. I hadn't played in about a year. There were two guys playing it right now. One was winning by a long shot. He was so cocky. Reminded me of myself, but I knew I could take him. At least I thought I could, playing pool is like riding a bike ain't it? Can't forget? I wasn't gonna hustle, but I was going to bet.
"Ten bucks says I can beat you." I said to him.
"Ain't no way." He laughed. "I'll let you try, but don't cry when you lose."
"Maybe I'll let you win. You're so ugly you ain't got nothing else going for you."
He cussed at me and said I was just cracking jokes cause I was scared. He told me to quit talking and to break.
I did and I got two solids in. I hadn't forgotten a thing.Then I was about to shoot again. Perfect shot, and then I could swear I heard a gun go off and I missed the ball. Aw, c'mon! I thought, I don't need to be having flashbacks like some guy back from Vietnam. I jerked my head up and let him shoot. After a few more minutes I decided he really was good. He was making some shots it took me years to make. But the fact was, I knew how to make those shots and better ones too, and I won. There was a real nice necklace I saw that I could get Cathy with that money. Then I remembered that she had told me she had to help her mom do something before she came here. I probably had time to go get it now.
I walked outside and heard some guys talking, walking past them, I saw them fooling around with a shotgun. So I wasn't crazy. They were.
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