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On to the story. Disclaimer stands as it was before:


Chapter 2: The Hunt

"DING DING DING!" the alarm clock rang. I opened my eyes and as soon as I did Amanda fell off her bed, which caused me to crack up and fall out of mine.

"What are you laughing at, you bitch?" Amanda glared at me, she definitely was not a morning person.

"You fell off the bed!" I continued to cackle.

Amanda rolled her eyes as Belle and Sage, sleepily walked in.

"Who the hell set the alarms to 6 o'clock in the morning? Who the hell?" Belle rubbed her eyes, and Belle flopped onto my bed.

"Hyena over there did," Amanda pointed to me.

"I think I have a hangover," Sage muttered behind me.

"Stephanie I am going to kill you. Do you understand? Kill!" Belle informed me.

"Yes mother dearest. But come on guys we have to get ready!"

"Hel-lo I have a hangover!" Sage emphasized the syllables in hangover for us.

"We have to go and get some jobs, as of yesterday we have no money. Unless you want to live off of the mold growing in the bathroom, I suggest we get some pretty decent jobs. Besides we have to pay bills eventually, Sage's parents agreed to one month of paying our expenses then we're on our own."

"Yeah but Sage's parents think we're going to some shit ass prep school," Amanda reminded us, smelling the shirt she had on, deciding it was clean enough to wear.

I rolled my eyes, "It's time to go huntin'!"

We decided to split up and then meet at a park not to far from our "house" in three hours.

Amanda and Belle went off towards South Huntington Street, and Sage and I took off towards the other side of town.

"Do you think we'll get anything?" she wondered, looking up at me. She was a good four inches shorter.

"Why shouldn't we?"

"I don't know, because we're in a rock group. I mean people hated Elvis when he came out."

"They don't have to know what we do," I reassured her noticing a stain on my white tank top.

"I guess," her eyes drifted off to an empty lot, where a bunch of neatly dressed guys were beating up some kid. I followed her daze.

"Stephie we have to help him!" Sage pleaded with me.

I sighed, she was right.

I took my hair down and shook it, and then we walked over to the lot.

"Hey!" I screamed at them, putting on my famous Hazen Glare.

The prep boys looked up at me, one gave the kid they were beating up, one final punch.

"Go on home girlie, this isn't your business," one with a bunch of rings stepped forward.

"Number one, I don't like you beating that kid up. Number two, you just called me girlie so now it's my business," I said that g-word with disgust.

Sage had run over to the boy in the corner and helped him sit up, and started talking to him. Like a damsel meeting her Prince Charming for the first time.

"So you have two choices Ringo, you either get you and your goonies asses out of here. Or I kick them out for you," I stared at his cold, drunken eyes.

"C'mon boys lets beat it out of here!" he walked off, and pushed me in the process. His goons followed.

I walked over to Sage and the kid. From far away he looked like a little boy maybe nine or ten. But I see he's older, probably sixteen.

"Hey what's your name?" I asked him, sitting down on the grass next to him and Sage. Sage had his head in her lap, her eyes staring down at him, filled with fascination. I rolled my eyes, she was "in love"..again.

"Johnny, Johnny Cade. My buddies are gonna come soon, I know they are." he replied. He looked so scared, so young and innocent, like he needed a good hug.

"Look, Sage, why don't you stay here with him, until his friends come, then meet up with me in the park, kay?"

"Sure thing," she complied easily.

I got up and left.

I walked to the other side of town. I had applied to about four diners, a coffee shop, two dance clubs, a high school that needed janitors, and as a receptionist for a beauty parlor. And I still had an hour and a half.

As I was walking, I realized the houses began to get bigger. Bigger houses means more dirt. More dirt means more cleaning. There's gotta be some lazy people here, so I started ringing doorbells.

"Hi, my name is Stephanie Hazen, and I need a job. If you need a maid I'll be glad to clean your house Monday through Friday for 40 bucks a day." I said with a big cheesy smile, and then got the door slammed in my face. I repeated this process about 20 times until I reached a museum looking house (not like the others didn't look like one) and rang the doorbell.

A woman who's hair was pulled tightly into a bun, and looked like she'd do anything for a few martini's answered the door.

"Hi, my name is Stephanie Hazen, and I need a job. If you need a maid I'll be glad to clean your house Monday through Friday for 40 bucks a day." I said again with a big cheesy smile.

She looked me up and down, "40 bucks?"

"Yes ma'am 40 dollars." I replied. This was the farthest I've gotten so far.

"Do you have a number I can reach you at?" she asked, with a considerate look on her face.

I pulled out a small yellow pad and a broken pencil, wrote down my name and number and handed it to her.

"I'll think about it and then call you if I need you. Thanks Sarah."

"It's-" but she closed the door before I could correct her.

When I reached the park everyone was there except for Sage.

"Steph where's Sage?" Amanda asked, taking a long drag on her cigarette.

"She must still be with that Johnny kid." I replied taking Belle's cigarette, taking a drag, and handing it back to her.

"Who's Johnny?" Belle raised her eyebrows up and down, and we laughed.

"Some kid we "rescued"...long story."

"Ah-ha...well we got a job! Together too!" Amanda beamed.

"Stripers don't count," I smiled jokingly.

"Ha ha ha. No we got a job behind the counter of a gas station. Called the DX. Those two boys we met at the Dingo yesterday, Steve and Sodapop, they work there. So they got us the job! Isn't that the most, if the very least?" Belle giggled.

"The very least," I rolled my eyes.

"What about you, you get anything?" Amanda sat down on a swing.

"Nothing more than a bunch of promises to call me." I sat down on one of those tire swings.

"Maybe you should try out for that stripper job," Belle smiled.

I shoved her and she lost her balances and almost fell down. We laughed, and it was one of those laughs where you just can't stop.

"Where the hell is Sage?" Amanda was starting to get a little annoyed. It was at least a half hour we'd been in the park, and we were still waiting for her.

"Man we should be practicing right now!" Belle complained.

"Maybe she went home," I suggested.

"Maybe she didn't," Amanda argued.

"Let's just go check," I stood up and started walking to our house.

"I'm gonna kill her when I find her," Amanda kicked a busted beer bottle into the street.

"Calm down, and don't yell. If you get another soar throat I'll kill you!" Belle warned.

Amanda was the singer of our unnamed band. I was still leaning towards Acid Roses.

"Guys, I think I just found our bass player," I told them stopping in front of a small house, causing them to stop too.

Inside was Sage, surrounded by seven teenaged boys. Including Sodapop, Steve, and Johnny.

Amanda's hands balled up into fists, and her teeth clenched.

"Deep breathes, in and out, in and out.." Belle and I repeated. It obviously didn't work.

Amanda walked up to porch and banged on the door. She had a bad temper, a really bad temper.

Steve opened the door. "Wow hey Amanda, how'd you know where I was?"

She ignored him, pushing him to the side and stormed over to Sage,

"Sage Anne Porter I am going to kill you! Get your ass over here now! Right now! Where the hell were you! We should be practicing, but oh no you decided to have an eightsome!"

"Oh Amanda I'm so sorry, it was just I lost track of time." Sage looked at Belle and me trying to find an escape.

"You made your bed babe," Belle started.

"Now you have to sleep in it," I finished.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies. Why don't you dolls stay with us for awhile. There's plenty of room, and plenty of Two-Bit to go around!" a guy with rusty side burns opened his arms, as if to welcome us to stay.

Belle giggled.

I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling, "We do have to go, I don't know why Amanda is being so rough about it. But I do apologize for barging in."

"Stephanie stop apologizing, and just look at these boys! They're babes!" Belle exclaimed.

I slapped my forehead.


Eh it kinda ends awkwardly but I gotta do my homework. Praying for a snow day! Please review! And I'm always open to suggestions! Love ya!