Darry
I stared at him. Dallas wasn't crying, not yet, anyhow. (I suppose he hadn't cried in years. Not since his mom died - I couldn't imagine losing my mother.) Lemme tell you, he sure looked close to bawling. Poor kid. He came over and sat on my bed, shaking like a leaf and pale. If I had mentioned anything to Dal, he would've probably hit me, but I thought he looked scared… almost like a normal ten- year- old.
Me and Dallas had been kind of close. Not best buddies, of course, but I thought he was a tough, tuff kid. But he was still a boy. Seeing him on the edge of my bed right now, I realized that he was just a kid. Sitting up, I put my arm around his shoulders and held him like my dad had done when our first dog had been run over. I silently hoped it would help a little bit. I was no good at emotional moments.
That must have helped, though, because next thing I know, I had a little blonde kid sleeping in my bed, tearstreaks on his face and not a word spoken.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Johnny
My mom had probably had all she could take of me… I was bouncing around my room, asking if I needed certain things, if she was sure I needed that. You know, being a normal little kid getting ready to go on a trip. Even though she was telling me I should calm down quite a lot, I could tell she was happy for me. See, my father isn't all that nice. Momma protects me from him, but sometimes he gets mad at her for doing that, and he beats me anyhow.
But now I was going away… really, really, really far away! Dallas is going too. He doesn't want to, though. He'd miss the gang too much. So will I. Even if I'm going, the other guys are like our brothers. Neither one of us has ever had a baby brother, but we have five brothers around here. The only reason I wasn't so much against going as Dallas was because of my father. Dally's dad sometimes hit him, but Zoe always got him to stop. My father didn't listen to Mom.
"Mom, should I -" Mom put her hand over my mouth and smiled.
"Johnny, I will be sure to pack everything you need, no more, no less. Now, do you want to take Og?" Og was my stuffed dog, from when I was first born. I couldn't say 'dog' right, so his name was Og. In answer to my mom's question, I grabbed him and put him in my backpack. Zoe said we could take a backpack of stuff for the ride over there. Mom smiled even bigger at me. Og had been hers, but she wouldn't tell me what she had called him. She said Og was his name now, and when I got married (Ew!) and had my own kids (More ew!) I could give Og to them and they'd give him a new name. I still thought girls were gross.
Even though my mom was happy for me, and even though I was really looking forward to taking this trip, nine months away seemed like a long time. And in a new school, too! Not to mention I was worried about Mama. Leaving her here alone with him scared me. Looking back at it now, I realize that I always thought I had kept Mama from getting hurt too bad, 'cause he would always get mad if I cried when he hurt my mom. So every time he went after her I started crying, just to keep her from getting hurt too bad. And the longer I cried the less he focused on her and the madder he got at me. I thought it was pretty logical myself.
The boys didn't take it too well when they heard I was going too. Pony started crying, and I felt bad, almost changed my mind, because I hated to see him cry. But good ole Steve started playing with him and he stopped. Sodapop kept looking away from me and Dallas. The other boys didn't say or do anything different really, but they looked at me and Dal all weird-like. I'm still not positive about this, but I think Ohio would be okay.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Leanna Cade's POV
I sure was gonna miss my baby. Nine months away? He was scared, I knew. Not just because he was going to a new place so far away, either. He was scared of what would happen to me. Johnny's a sweet boy… I've never known him to be selfish. It was kind of funny, those few days before he left, because I kept thinking about when I had waited nine months to see him. At least this time I wouldn't look like I had swallowed a beach ball. He had been a cute little beach ball, though; I had grown up withJohnny's friends' mothers, and it was an inside joke that we all had cute little beach balls (or watermelons, as was the case for Virginia.) But he'd just turned nine... and he was already going hundreds of miles from home...
At least he'll be back for his tenth birthday.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Alright, it's short... freakin' microscopic, really. But oh, well. Not many people seem interested in this anyhow.
I also still need volunteers for my other story. If you've ever seen 'Yours, Mine, and Ours' it'll be something like that... including Johnny as one of the 18. So I need 16 more, because I already have one wonderful person who volunteered. :D Yay! I need to know:
Name:
Gender: (Only if it's a unisex name. IE: Tyler, Logan, Leslie, Jackie, etc...If it's obvious don't worry about it.)
Age:
Race:
Eyes:
Hair:
Relations: (I might make some of these characters related by marriage or cousins or something. I also mean to list which family from 'Yours, Mine, and Ours' you want to be part of. Go to yours mine and ours movie dot com. No spaces.)
Personality: (Lots lots LOTS of detail please... thanks. :P)
Favorites: (I would like to know favorite band, song, movie, actor from present or past, doesn't matter for any of them, color, person in their life, and hobby.)
I'd like to keep it as close to the movie as possible, so if I don't have it posted how many of each gender I have in the family, make sure there's not too many for the one you want. (Or change your character's gender.) I still need four girls, five boys for Helen North's family, and two girls, six boys for Frank Beardsley's family.
Peace, love, and pixie stix,
Nash