Disclaimer: I own nothing of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien's works, nor do I
claim S. E. Hinton's brilliancy.
Language Guide:
"Quotes"
=Different language in English meant as the other language=
(*Author interruption*)
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~*~*~Stevie's P.O.V.~*~*~ (*To those of you who haven't brains, P. O. V. Means Point of View. Heh. ~*~cough~*Morgan*~cough~*~*)
I had the blade in my hand, as I turned, slightly frightened. Heck yeah, I was fearless at school, but in a place I didn't know??? I was clearly uncomfortable.
"Whoa, Stevie, It's PonyBoy." I glared at him, shoving my knife closer to his throat. He looked somewhat pale. "Never, And I mean, Never, Grab me like that again, Or I'll hurt you so bad, you'll see stars."
I didn't mean it. How could I hurt him? It would be like if I hurt my dog. He was only being nice. But he had no clue what I had gone through. And he never would. I wasn't some kind of dork that got a guy, and then used him to get over my past.
Dallas and the rest of the gang were standing behind PonyBoy, laughing at the blade.
"A broad with a switchblade? That's something new." Two-Bit croaked between gasps for air. (*He's laughing too hard if you didn't get that (*)
I glared, stabbing my blade into a nearby wood fence, making the paint chip off, and the wood snap into pieces.
Dallas laughed haughtily. "Definitely Stubborn. Hey Baby, Wait for Dally!" He grinned, chasing after me.
I grabbed my knife, and pulled another out of my back pocket. "Come one step closer Dally, And I'll slit your throat."
The next thing I saw was Dally lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, which wasn't normal for Dally.
PonyBoy and Johnny were standing over him. "We told ya to leave the girl alone."
Dallas nodded, and as he went to get up, I saw the blood. Someone had slashed him, that's why. Now, he needed stitches.
I rolled my eyes, and pulled a couple quarters out of my back pocket, and ran to a nearby pay phone.
As I heard the coins drop with a clunk, into the machine, I dialed the number for an ambulance.
"Hello, We have an emergency over on." I looked around, now noticing the street sign. "Evart Drive. There's a lot of blood. Hurry. Oh, and don't call the police!" I hung up the phone, and rushed back to Dallas and the gang.
I grinned cheesily. "I called an ambulance."
Dally groaned.
"I also told 'em not to call the police. The ambulance should.." I stopped, as the wail of an ambulance was heard.
"That was quick." I said this as several people hopped out of the white truck with their black bags.
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Yeah, It's short, I know. But I was grounded, And I didn't have my laptop to type. So, you get this. HAH! And some of you people need to update your Fanfics. * cough #Elfpilot# cough *
Language Guide:
"Quotes"
=Different language in English meant as the other language=
(*Author interruption*)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~*~Stevie's P.O.V.~*~*~ (*To those of you who haven't brains, P. O. V. Means Point of View. Heh. ~*~cough~*Morgan*~cough~*~*)
I had the blade in my hand, as I turned, slightly frightened. Heck yeah, I was fearless at school, but in a place I didn't know??? I was clearly uncomfortable.
"Whoa, Stevie, It's PonyBoy." I glared at him, shoving my knife closer to his throat. He looked somewhat pale. "Never, And I mean, Never, Grab me like that again, Or I'll hurt you so bad, you'll see stars."
I didn't mean it. How could I hurt him? It would be like if I hurt my dog. He was only being nice. But he had no clue what I had gone through. And he never would. I wasn't some kind of dork that got a guy, and then used him to get over my past.
Dallas and the rest of the gang were standing behind PonyBoy, laughing at the blade.
"A broad with a switchblade? That's something new." Two-Bit croaked between gasps for air. (*He's laughing too hard if you didn't get that (*)
I glared, stabbing my blade into a nearby wood fence, making the paint chip off, and the wood snap into pieces.
Dallas laughed haughtily. "Definitely Stubborn. Hey Baby, Wait for Dally!" He grinned, chasing after me.
I grabbed my knife, and pulled another out of my back pocket. "Come one step closer Dally, And I'll slit your throat."
The next thing I saw was Dally lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, which wasn't normal for Dally.
PonyBoy and Johnny were standing over him. "We told ya to leave the girl alone."
Dallas nodded, and as he went to get up, I saw the blood. Someone had slashed him, that's why. Now, he needed stitches.
I rolled my eyes, and pulled a couple quarters out of my back pocket, and ran to a nearby pay phone.
As I heard the coins drop with a clunk, into the machine, I dialed the number for an ambulance.
"Hello, We have an emergency over on." I looked around, now noticing the street sign. "Evart Drive. There's a lot of blood. Hurry. Oh, and don't call the police!" I hung up the phone, and rushed back to Dallas and the gang.
I grinned cheesily. "I called an ambulance."
Dally groaned.
"I also told 'em not to call the police. The ambulance should.." I stopped, as the wail of an ambulance was heard.
"That was quick." I said this as several people hopped out of the white truck with their black bags.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yeah, It's short, I know. But I was grounded, And I didn't have my laptop to type. So, you get this. HAH! And some of you people need to update your Fanfics. * cough #Elfpilot# cough *