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Trouble
Nobody ever mentioned my breakdown in the living room, I didn't even get grounded. I think I might've freaked Pony out a little, though. He kept treating me like an insecure child, choosing his words very carefully. It was really starting to get me mad at him. Also, I still hadn't forgiven Dallas for forgetting to pick us up. My assumption was right; he had been out at Buck Merril's getting drunk that night. Most surprising was the fact that I was even angry with Johnny for forgiving Dallas, who hadn't even apologized. "How can I be mad at Johnny?" I kept asking myself, but no matter how hard I tried to forget, I just couldn't. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Three days after our trip to the library and the incident, I could be found lying on Darry's bed reading, "The Lord of the Rings." I liked reading in his room because in the late afternoon the summer sun flowed through his window and onto my back making sleepiness overtake me. "The Lord of the Rings," had always been my favorite book. "What I would give to be a Hobbit, so content with the little things in life, why can't humans be like them." I used to tell Pony, who would have chosen to be an Elf. "Why would you want to live forever anyways? What's so cool about that?"
"Yes, Miss Taylor, I thought I might find you here." A familiar voice broke into my thoughts.
"Huh?" I looked up from my book. "Oh, shit." I said quietly. It was Mrs. Parker, she worked for social services. Pony was the only one home and he was standing behind her in the doorway with horrified eyes that seemed to say, "I couldn't stop her."
"Your uncle called from North Carolina. He said that you never arrived at his house last month. Isn't funny that peculiar?" She asked with a fake sweetness. I remained silent. "Can you tell me why that is?"
"Dunno" I shrugged and played dumb, praying for a miracle.
"Well then, why don't we go and have a little chat in the living room?" It's not like I could say "no." She seized my forearm with a piercing grip and led me out of Darry's room.
It turns out, she didn't really want to talk, she just needed to get an excuse to get me closer to the door so I couldn't put up much of a fight. (I guess she knows me by now.)
"Come on." She said hastily as we entered the living room, leading me towards the door. "We'll make arrangements for you to leave for your Uncle's house tomorrow." I met eyes with Pony. He had that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. My mind was racing, "Pony do something, anything, please don't let her take me away." He must have read my mind, because right before we were about to step through the door, he broke out of his trance and shouted, "No!"
Mrs. Parker looked annoyed, but she also most of known something like this would happen because she didn't look at all surprised. I wished desperately that she would let go of my arm, I was starting to loose circulation.
"No," his voice was shaking, "You have to wait 'till Darry gets home, my big brother. He should be home any minute. Mrs. Parker glared at him for a moment and reluctantly let go of my arm. She sat down on the couch and tapped her foot impatiently. I was relieved; at least I would get to see Darry one more time. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
I was sitting on the floor staring at the carpet when Darry arrived home from work 5 minutes later. I was trapped; there was no way I could weasel my way out of this. Pony was driving me insane, he wouldn't stop pacing.
When Darry entered, he stood in the doorway for a moment, but it didn't take him long to realize what was happening. The same expression was on Soda's face when he followed him inside. Immediately, Mrs. Parker stood up and shook Darry's hand.
"Darryl Curtis," she plastered on her fake cheerfulness again, "I suppose you know why I'm here."
"Yes ma'am, I do." He admitted. I wished so badly that I could tell what he was thinking.
The rest of their conversation was all blur, I didn't really listen. I was still trying to grasp the fact that I was leaving. When I tuned back in, I became very aware of the hot tears streaming down my face. (How many times can a person cry in a week?) I was also aware that my left hand was considerably warmer than my right one. I looked up. Pony was now sitting beside me, my hand wrapped in his. God, I was sure gonna miss him. The only person I'd ever trusted, most likely the only one I ever would.
"Let her stay one more day." I heard Darry demand, "she will get all of her stuff together and you can pick her up tomorrow." She nodded in reply. Now, I find it funny that she didn't argue but, after all, Darry was a big guy.
"Someone will be here at 9 A.M sharp." She said.
I looked up a moment later and she was gone.
Darry rested his head in his hand and sighed, "Jesus Christ." *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
*I know it's still a very short chapter; I'll try to make them longer. Please Review! (If I have any grammer mistakes tell me, I like to know these things.)
Trouble
Nobody ever mentioned my breakdown in the living room, I didn't even get grounded. I think I might've freaked Pony out a little, though. He kept treating me like an insecure child, choosing his words very carefully. It was really starting to get me mad at him. Also, I still hadn't forgiven Dallas for forgetting to pick us up. My assumption was right; he had been out at Buck Merril's getting drunk that night. Most surprising was the fact that I was even angry with Johnny for forgiving Dallas, who hadn't even apologized. "How can I be mad at Johnny?" I kept asking myself, but no matter how hard I tried to forget, I just couldn't. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Three days after our trip to the library and the incident, I could be found lying on Darry's bed reading, "The Lord of the Rings." I liked reading in his room because in the late afternoon the summer sun flowed through his window and onto my back making sleepiness overtake me. "The Lord of the Rings," had always been my favorite book. "What I would give to be a Hobbit, so content with the little things in life, why can't humans be like them." I used to tell Pony, who would have chosen to be an Elf. "Why would you want to live forever anyways? What's so cool about that?"
"Yes, Miss Taylor, I thought I might find you here." A familiar voice broke into my thoughts.
"Huh?" I looked up from my book. "Oh, shit." I said quietly. It was Mrs. Parker, she worked for social services. Pony was the only one home and he was standing behind her in the doorway with horrified eyes that seemed to say, "I couldn't stop her."
"Your uncle called from North Carolina. He said that you never arrived at his house last month. Isn't funny that peculiar?" She asked with a fake sweetness. I remained silent. "Can you tell me why that is?"
"Dunno" I shrugged and played dumb, praying for a miracle.
"Well then, why don't we go and have a little chat in the living room?" It's not like I could say "no." She seized my forearm with a piercing grip and led me out of Darry's room.
It turns out, she didn't really want to talk, she just needed to get an excuse to get me closer to the door so I couldn't put up much of a fight. (I guess she knows me by now.)
"Come on." She said hastily as we entered the living room, leading me towards the door. "We'll make arrangements for you to leave for your Uncle's house tomorrow." I met eyes with Pony. He had that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. My mind was racing, "Pony do something, anything, please don't let her take me away." He must have read my mind, because right before we were about to step through the door, he broke out of his trance and shouted, "No!"
Mrs. Parker looked annoyed, but she also most of known something like this would happen because she didn't look at all surprised. I wished desperately that she would let go of my arm, I was starting to loose circulation.
"No," his voice was shaking, "You have to wait 'till Darry gets home, my big brother. He should be home any minute. Mrs. Parker glared at him for a moment and reluctantly let go of my arm. She sat down on the couch and tapped her foot impatiently. I was relieved; at least I would get to see Darry one more time. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
I was sitting on the floor staring at the carpet when Darry arrived home from work 5 minutes later. I was trapped; there was no way I could weasel my way out of this. Pony was driving me insane, he wouldn't stop pacing.
When Darry entered, he stood in the doorway for a moment, but it didn't take him long to realize what was happening. The same expression was on Soda's face when he followed him inside. Immediately, Mrs. Parker stood up and shook Darry's hand.
"Darryl Curtis," she plastered on her fake cheerfulness again, "I suppose you know why I'm here."
"Yes ma'am, I do." He admitted. I wished so badly that I could tell what he was thinking.
The rest of their conversation was all blur, I didn't really listen. I was still trying to grasp the fact that I was leaving. When I tuned back in, I became very aware of the hot tears streaming down my face. (How many times can a person cry in a week?) I was also aware that my left hand was considerably warmer than my right one. I looked up. Pony was now sitting beside me, my hand wrapped in his. God, I was sure gonna miss him. The only person I'd ever trusted, most likely the only one I ever would.
"Let her stay one more day." I heard Darry demand, "she will get all of her stuff together and you can pick her up tomorrow." She nodded in reply. Now, I find it funny that she didn't argue but, after all, Darry was a big guy.
"Someone will be here at 9 A.M sharp." She said.
I looked up a moment later and she was gone.
Darry rested his head in his hand and sighed, "Jesus Christ." *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
*I know it's still a very short chapter; I'll try to make them longer. Please Review! (If I have any grammer mistakes tell me, I like to know these things.)