Chappy 7 black fire
For the first time I was able to examine the home. It had black and pink tile floors, and pink walls, the beds were white with green blankets and pillows. The one table we had was pink with black designs carved into it.
You know its time to go back
Why does my world seem so black
If we played by the rules
Maybe I would be with you
Is everything okay
I still miss you after 22 days
If my heart ever stops I hope that someday
I will rot
You don't that I miss you
In my heart I could kiss you
But ears don't hear you now
But I promise I will find you somehow!
I sang my heart out as the tears came. I pulled my dark hair up into a braid. My blue eyes suddenly perked up as I heard Curley's nervous voice. I got dressed quickly in a brown corduroy skirt and a tight olive green top. I licked my lips as Angel and I rushed to the door. Only destroyer came in. "Rose Randle!" I stepped forward and she grabbed me and showed me to a man. Curley stood next to him. He nodded when he saw me. "Pretty enough." He said "my son should like for a friend." The destroyer nodded and took me out to his car. Curley got in and the man shut the door and began talking to her. "I'm sorry, I should never have let him come here, I should have-" Curley said and to my utter surprise his voice cracked. "he has a son, James and." He turned away as the man got in. I looked at him. He was fat with a black mustache. He looked at me. "Won't you be fun" he said. I turned and looked out the window as we drove away. When we passed Tulsa I felt sad. My brother was there, safe and calm. Not a worry but to how long it would take him to fix up his hair. I felt sad, alone. Why couldn't I be there.
We arrived at a big white house. A prergnant woman in a flowery light ogange dress walked out. "Dahling," she drawled. "It is so nice to meat you. But heavens to lord what ever are you wearing?" Her accent was thick. Her shoulder length Brown hair hung loose. I smiled. "Come lets get you out of those clothes. That'll fix you right up." Were is she from, hick city Oklahoma. To my immense displeasure I was soon dressed in a 'common blue' floral dress. My unruly black curls were strait and I had on lip gloss. But my heart burned black, my eyes ablaze with a glow of anger. "Well 'en little missy," she kept on calling me that. And her hick accent was gonna kill me. "Why don y'all go on down to see the horses" She gave me this huge smile. "I recon y'all like 'em, those horses are the best horses in the county." I nodded and Curley and I walked down to the stables.
I had always loved horses, much like Soda. But as I thought of him and everything I had loved back home I felt the tears well up. I took deep breaths as I walked down the neatly swept stable rows. I passed red painted stalls with white trim. And elegant quarter horses. But the thing I saw next, It made my heart skip a beat. Looking back at me over his stall were the eyes of Mickey Mouse. Soda's horse. It made my heart smile to see him. Soda and I had always loved him, but he was Sodapop's horse. I reached out to pat him. "Hey there Mickey," I said gently. "My, my you are gorgeous, hey no bite today my prince, none at all."
A boy walked down the isle. "I haven't ever seen him take to anyone quite like that. He is always fussy". I turned away, the happiness I had felt seeing Mickey was evaporating. I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of horses. I held still as tears came down. I felt Curley put his arm 'round my shoulder. I just sat there for a few minutes. I took several deep breaths, And walked down the isle. Ignoring the boys calls. I said hello to every horse I passed. I heard hurried footsteps behind me. "Come on, lets go eat." I nodded and we walked towards the big white house. I walked in smelling wine. Oh no, not here not now. God help me through this! I thought. "Dahling, come over into the pantry for a minute y'all don't wanna miss diner now, do y'all?" I shuddered at her accent. HICK was a good word for her. We walked in and set the table. Curley and James walked in a few minutes later. "He isn't coming." Was all Curley said. I noticed a bruise on his cheek. I looked at James' hands. The palms were turning slightly red. I need to see child services alone, but how??? The answer came the next day. A child services lady came down to the stable with us and sat un in the hayloft. It wasn't the destroyer. "Hello, are you happy in your new home." She asked me and Curley. "No, I am not. Her son and husband beat Curley. And we want to go home NOW!" Curley nodded The lady said. "Well everyone else is going except for a Ponyboy." I turned pale. "Why?" well he has to wait for trial. I nodded. So happy that we would be going home. To a real life.
The next day she came for us. I smiled at her as we left. Leaving all that behind.
Okay so wadda y'all think. Wasn't that woman awful!!! Sorry it was short small writers block. I'm not sure where this is heading any idea's???