Gryphon girl: lol I just found a map of Oklahoma, closed my eyes and
pointed (to find Murray). So Murray's in Oklahoma somewhere. . . from what
I remember, it's about as far away from Tulsa as Hong Kong is from
Singapore. Does that make sense? And I'll answer you're question anywayz
:o) it's cuz they think Soda can take care of himself- u kno how Pony keeps
getting into trouble but Soda kinda keeps a low profile (about trouble).
Killslay: heehee I never noticed that thing about socs and social workers until u mentioned it! interesting =D and thnx for telling me about the social workers checking up on foster families- I'll fit it in the story somehow~
Also, thnk you to Mel, DBZ gal, Ponyboysgirl and MissLKid for reviewing!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Kevin Skinner, Ms. Vide, the other random social worker, and Will. Argh- I still only own evil people! Well, except for Will. Wutever.
~*~SODAPOP'S POV~*~
All I could do was stand there, rooted to the spot, watching as my baby brother left. I must've looked really shook up, because Darry put his hand on my shoulder.
Just before Pony turned the corner, he looked back at us one last time, and gave us a wave. We all waved back. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. I shouted the first thing that came into my head.
"We'll write!"
Pony nodded, and then he disappeared around the corner.
"Come on, little buddy," Darry said softly. "We'd better get home."
A sarcastic remark about Pony not being able to go home immediately popped into my head, but I swallowed it down, and let myself be led away by my oldest brother.
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
I walked down a narrow corridor. It was deserted. I was probably the last passenger on. I reached the end of it, and walked through another doorway. I found myself in the plane.
My heart sank as I looked at the rows and rows of blue cloth seats. I'd never find my seat.
I heard a voice near my ear, and jumped.
"Need any help, dearie?"
I turned around. It was an air hostess. She had hair that was too platinum blond to be real, and dark red lipstick was smeared over her overly large smile.
"Uh. . . yes. Can you tell me where my seat is?" I showed her my ticket.
"It's six rows forward from here, window seat on your right."
I thanked her, and walked through the rows of chattering people to my seat. To distract myself, I looked out of the window, watching workmen load bulky suitcases onto the plane. A movement near me made me look up. An elderly man had sat in the seat next to me. he pulled out newspapers from his briefcase and was soon absorbed in them.
"The plane will be taking off in approximately one minute," came a man's voice over a speaker. "All passengers please buckle your seatbelts. I wish you all a safe, enjoyable flight."
I nervously buckled my seatbelt. I had never been on a plane ride before. I could feel the engines in the plane whirring and gripped the armrests on my seat.
The plane started moving slowly. Then it got faster and faster. My stomach did a flip as the plane lifted up in the air. My eyes squeezed shut and I felt my ears pop.
Only when the plane was leveled out did I dare to open my eyes again. I cautiously looked out of the window again, and was delighted to find fleecy, white clouds in a clear blue sky. My eyes fed hungrily on the sight. I wondered how sunrises looked from here.
Tearing my eyes away from the window, I looked around the plane. Most people were reading books, magazines or staring off into space. I wondered why nobody noticed the beauty that was just waiting to admired so close to them. Shrugging, I returned my attention to the clouds.
The four hours passed much faster than I thought they would.
"We will be arriving at our destination presently. The current time in Murray is half past three in the afternoon. The temperature is 19 degrees Celsius. Thank you for flying on Tulsa Air. We hope you will fly with us again."
Everyone buckled their seatbelts again. This time, I looked out of the window as we landed. At first, I could only see blobs of random color. As we neared the land, I could see treetops, parks and the tops of houses. Tiny people could be seen scurrying around everywhere like busy ants. I grinned. This was just like watching a movie.
Before I knew it, the plane had landed. It slowed to a halt on the landing, and the plane ride was over. I was in Murray.
~*~DARRY'S POV~*~
I went through my day at work almost mechanically. I checked my watch. Ponyboy had probably just arrived in Murray. I hoped he was okay. None of us had ever been in a plane before.
"Curtis!"
I started as I heard my name. Will, one of the workers, jogged up to me.
"You're really out of it today, Curtis," he remarked, running a dirty hand through his sweaty hair. I shrugged.
"Anyway," Will continued. "You're needed over there." He indicated a place to the left of us where other people were busy lifting roofing tiles.
I nodded and headed over. "Thanks."
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
Feeling a little lost, I followed the crowd and we reached a place where we were to pick up our luggage. I found mine easily, and then followed the first few passengers into another room. It was huge, and full of noisily chattering people. I looked around, a little overwhelmed. Where was I going to find this Kevin Skinner guy?
As I was standing there wondering what to do, a woman in a black business suit and high heels walked up to me. She reminded me a little of Ms. Vide.
"Are you Ponyboy Michael Curtis?" she asked me curtly. I nodded.
"I'm a social worker from the state. I will take you to your new guardian." She turned around and started walking away, giving me no choice but to follow. I glowered at her back. Skinner was NOT my new guardian; Darry was still my legal guardian!
I was distracted from my thoughts as we walked up to a tall, dark- haired man. He half reminded me of Darry, with his short hair, height and muscles. Obviously, the man wasn't as muscular as my oldest brother was, but I was sure he could pack a pretty good punch.
As we came nearer, I wondered how I could have compared the man to Darry. He had a small, high nose, thin lips, and he held his head at an arrogant tilt Darry would never have had. But his eyes scared me the most. They seemed cold and distant, as if he was lost in his own world. I saw a foreign quality in them, something dancing at the back of his slate gray eyes. A shiver ran down my spine as I identified it. Cruelty.
I shook myself. Me and my overactive imagination. We walked up to him. The social worker put on a huge smile and held out a hand. He shook it.
"Mr. Skinner, this is Ponyboy Curtis. Ponyboy, this is Kevin Skinner."
We looked at each other. I squirmed uncomfortably under his raptor gaze.
"Um. . .hi," I finally said. He merely nodded.
"I'm sure you'll get to know each other very well," continued the social worker cheerfully. "I'll leave you two to sort things out."
She walked away.
"Follow me." with those words, Kevin turned and started walking away. Nervously, I followed.
We walked out of the airport and into a car park. Kevin stopped at a small dark green car. Without speaking, he got in and started it up. I hopped into the backseat, not feeling comfortable sitting next to him.
It was a long journey, and Kevin didn't speak throughout the ride. I entertained myself by looking out of the window, watching people and enjoying the fact that I was in the country again.
Finally the car stopped outside a small, old house. It didn't look much different from our house, but it lacked the warm, welcoming quality our house had.
Kevin wordlessly got out, and I followed, holding my suitcase.
Inside the house, I looked around curiously. It was a normal living room, with a light brown couch, a small television and a coffee table. I could see a kitchen from where I was standing, with an ordinary sink, refrigerator and stove.
"I'll show you to your room," said Kevin, breaking the silence. I nodded and he led me to a small room at the end of the house, with a bed, table, cupboard and lamp.
"The bathroom's the door to your left and my room's the door to your right. Don't EVER go into my room." Kevin looked almost menacing, his cold gray eyes fixed on mine. I swallowed and nodded quickly.
"You've already seen the living room, and the kitchen's the room next to that one. Dinner's at six thirty. Can you cook?"
I nodded again.
"Then you'll be making dinner tomorrow."
Without another word, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sank down on the narrow bed, suddenly missing Soda, Darry and the gang badly. I never knew how much I had needed them until I was separated from them. Boy howdy, I thought miserably, looking at the peeling wallpaper on the ceiling. I'm never gonna survive a month without them. I felt a tear run down my cheek, and impatiently brushed it away. At least I had a family that loved me. Johnny didn't have anybody of kin who loved him, and I had never heard him complain. I was being totally ungrateful.
Exhausted from the day's events, I lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Killslay: heehee I never noticed that thing about socs and social workers until u mentioned it! interesting =D and thnx for telling me about the social workers checking up on foster families- I'll fit it in the story somehow~
Also, thnk you to Mel, DBZ gal, Ponyboysgirl and MissLKid for reviewing!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except for Kevin Skinner, Ms. Vide, the other random social worker, and Will. Argh- I still only own evil people! Well, except for Will. Wutever.
~*~SODAPOP'S POV~*~
All I could do was stand there, rooted to the spot, watching as my baby brother left. I must've looked really shook up, because Darry put his hand on my shoulder.
Just before Pony turned the corner, he looked back at us one last time, and gave us a wave. We all waved back. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. I shouted the first thing that came into my head.
"We'll write!"
Pony nodded, and then he disappeared around the corner.
"Come on, little buddy," Darry said softly. "We'd better get home."
A sarcastic remark about Pony not being able to go home immediately popped into my head, but I swallowed it down, and let myself be led away by my oldest brother.
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
I walked down a narrow corridor. It was deserted. I was probably the last passenger on. I reached the end of it, and walked through another doorway. I found myself in the plane.
My heart sank as I looked at the rows and rows of blue cloth seats. I'd never find my seat.
I heard a voice near my ear, and jumped.
"Need any help, dearie?"
I turned around. It was an air hostess. She had hair that was too platinum blond to be real, and dark red lipstick was smeared over her overly large smile.
"Uh. . . yes. Can you tell me where my seat is?" I showed her my ticket.
"It's six rows forward from here, window seat on your right."
I thanked her, and walked through the rows of chattering people to my seat. To distract myself, I looked out of the window, watching workmen load bulky suitcases onto the plane. A movement near me made me look up. An elderly man had sat in the seat next to me. he pulled out newspapers from his briefcase and was soon absorbed in them.
"The plane will be taking off in approximately one minute," came a man's voice over a speaker. "All passengers please buckle your seatbelts. I wish you all a safe, enjoyable flight."
I nervously buckled my seatbelt. I had never been on a plane ride before. I could feel the engines in the plane whirring and gripped the armrests on my seat.
The plane started moving slowly. Then it got faster and faster. My stomach did a flip as the plane lifted up in the air. My eyes squeezed shut and I felt my ears pop.
Only when the plane was leveled out did I dare to open my eyes again. I cautiously looked out of the window again, and was delighted to find fleecy, white clouds in a clear blue sky. My eyes fed hungrily on the sight. I wondered how sunrises looked from here.
Tearing my eyes away from the window, I looked around the plane. Most people were reading books, magazines or staring off into space. I wondered why nobody noticed the beauty that was just waiting to admired so close to them. Shrugging, I returned my attention to the clouds.
The four hours passed much faster than I thought they would.
"We will be arriving at our destination presently. The current time in Murray is half past three in the afternoon. The temperature is 19 degrees Celsius. Thank you for flying on Tulsa Air. We hope you will fly with us again."
Everyone buckled their seatbelts again. This time, I looked out of the window as we landed. At first, I could only see blobs of random color. As we neared the land, I could see treetops, parks and the tops of houses. Tiny people could be seen scurrying around everywhere like busy ants. I grinned. This was just like watching a movie.
Before I knew it, the plane had landed. It slowed to a halt on the landing, and the plane ride was over. I was in Murray.
~*~DARRY'S POV~*~
I went through my day at work almost mechanically. I checked my watch. Ponyboy had probably just arrived in Murray. I hoped he was okay. None of us had ever been in a plane before.
"Curtis!"
I started as I heard my name. Will, one of the workers, jogged up to me.
"You're really out of it today, Curtis," he remarked, running a dirty hand through his sweaty hair. I shrugged.
"Anyway," Will continued. "You're needed over there." He indicated a place to the left of us where other people were busy lifting roofing tiles.
I nodded and headed over. "Thanks."
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
Feeling a little lost, I followed the crowd and we reached a place where we were to pick up our luggage. I found mine easily, and then followed the first few passengers into another room. It was huge, and full of noisily chattering people. I looked around, a little overwhelmed. Where was I going to find this Kevin Skinner guy?
As I was standing there wondering what to do, a woman in a black business suit and high heels walked up to me. She reminded me a little of Ms. Vide.
"Are you Ponyboy Michael Curtis?" she asked me curtly. I nodded.
"I'm a social worker from the state. I will take you to your new guardian." She turned around and started walking away, giving me no choice but to follow. I glowered at her back. Skinner was NOT my new guardian; Darry was still my legal guardian!
I was distracted from my thoughts as we walked up to a tall, dark- haired man. He half reminded me of Darry, with his short hair, height and muscles. Obviously, the man wasn't as muscular as my oldest brother was, but I was sure he could pack a pretty good punch.
As we came nearer, I wondered how I could have compared the man to Darry. He had a small, high nose, thin lips, and he held his head at an arrogant tilt Darry would never have had. But his eyes scared me the most. They seemed cold and distant, as if he was lost in his own world. I saw a foreign quality in them, something dancing at the back of his slate gray eyes. A shiver ran down my spine as I identified it. Cruelty.
I shook myself. Me and my overactive imagination. We walked up to him. The social worker put on a huge smile and held out a hand. He shook it.
"Mr. Skinner, this is Ponyboy Curtis. Ponyboy, this is Kevin Skinner."
We looked at each other. I squirmed uncomfortably under his raptor gaze.
"Um. . .hi," I finally said. He merely nodded.
"I'm sure you'll get to know each other very well," continued the social worker cheerfully. "I'll leave you two to sort things out."
She walked away.
"Follow me." with those words, Kevin turned and started walking away. Nervously, I followed.
We walked out of the airport and into a car park. Kevin stopped at a small dark green car. Without speaking, he got in and started it up. I hopped into the backseat, not feeling comfortable sitting next to him.
It was a long journey, and Kevin didn't speak throughout the ride. I entertained myself by looking out of the window, watching people and enjoying the fact that I was in the country again.
Finally the car stopped outside a small, old house. It didn't look much different from our house, but it lacked the warm, welcoming quality our house had.
Kevin wordlessly got out, and I followed, holding my suitcase.
Inside the house, I looked around curiously. It was a normal living room, with a light brown couch, a small television and a coffee table. I could see a kitchen from where I was standing, with an ordinary sink, refrigerator and stove.
"I'll show you to your room," said Kevin, breaking the silence. I nodded and he led me to a small room at the end of the house, with a bed, table, cupboard and lamp.
"The bathroom's the door to your left and my room's the door to your right. Don't EVER go into my room." Kevin looked almost menacing, his cold gray eyes fixed on mine. I swallowed and nodded quickly.
"You've already seen the living room, and the kitchen's the room next to that one. Dinner's at six thirty. Can you cook?"
I nodded again.
"Then you'll be making dinner tomorrow."
Without another word, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sank down on the narrow bed, suddenly missing Soda, Darry and the gang badly. I never knew how much I had needed them until I was separated from them. Boy howdy, I thought miserably, looking at the peeling wallpaper on the ceiling. I'm never gonna survive a month without them. I felt a tear run down my cheek, and impatiently brushed it away. At least I had a family that loved me. Johnny didn't have anybody of kin who loved him, and I had never heard him complain. I was being totally ungrateful.
Exhausted from the day's events, I lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.