Summary: Johnny gets detention on a Saturday and has nothing to do, He decides to talk to his note book. R&R!
Disclaimer: The Outsiders belongs to S. E. Hinton. Not me
Author Notes: I won't be updating this story a lot cause Johnny's not the type who gets detention a lot and I write as it comes to me.
A/N two: Sorry I haven't posted up another chapter " But I did warn all of you that I won't be. (Cheesy commercial voice For more information please read Author Notes)
Here lies the next chapter -.
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The dark-haired greaser walked into the principal's office with his note book and a few pencils. He had planned to do some of his health homework while in class today, It was just a multiple questions sheet that he was supposed to do and figured he could do in detention.
The principal smiled at him, His name was Mr. Thomson and why this young boy loathed him so was beyond him. Mr. Thomson was always so cheery when Johnny came into his office but he seemed to be a little more cheery today. "Why, Hello Mr. Cade." He said in an overly-friendly voice. "I have a few questions for you, Now sit down and we'll go over them. Johnny sighed and sat down as the principal played 20-questions with him. He was asking him why he had missed a few days of school and why was he always late and BLAH BLAH BLAH. Johnny very annoying to have a discussion with Mr. Thomson for it seemed that he dragged out a word every three words, Maybe he thought it had more of an effect on the students? Maybe I should tell him it puts me to sleep . . . Johnny thought as he spaced out. He was still looking at Mr. Thomson just not really paying attention to him. He had heard every word the man said he just didn't feel like trying to understand them.
"Blah blah blah, Okay?" Mr. Thomson said and gave Johnny a friendly smile. "Uh.." the now confused greaser said and shook his head. "Yeah okay." He said then stood up and took a chair in the corner of Mr. Thomson's office.
Johnny pulled out his note book and started flipping through the pages looking for an empty one, When he saw at the top of a page "The Story of Sir Winston and the beggar boy" He smiled and started looking for an empty page again. Finding one he grabbed a pencil and started scribbling on it.
Hey
He wrote then frowned at the paper.
I know, Man. I'm sorry I haven't been writing to you, But I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is (I know you want the good news first it just makes the bad news seems a little better) I remembered the next part of the story. What? Oh I'm getting to it. The Bad new is I'm stuck in detention again, AND it's Saturday. What am I in for? Oh. I had to skip a few days of school, But I always do. I don't see why Mr. Thomson is all of the sudden noticing these things.
The dark-haired boy shrugged down at his note book then started writing again.
Okay, So I left you with
Johnny stopped writing. Where did he leave Mr. Notebook? He started looking back through pages hoping to find the page before the notebook got suspicious. He glanced up from his notebook to find Mr. Thomson staring at him. "What?" The curious greaser asked him and finding the page shutting the note book on his thumb. "What are you working on?" Mr. Thomson asked and looked at him with a certain. Well I don't know a certain evilness . . . "H-health." He said studdered and read the ending of his true-story again. "Oh yeah.." He muttered and went back to the other page.
Here we are.
"Only the grease for my hair." The young beggar responded. "Well young Sir." Sir Winston exclaimed. "Take my canteen for I have ten more." Sir Winston gave the boy a canteen full of water and pointed him in the direction of a nice little city called Tulsa. He said that's where he was going, back to the knight's of the star table. The young beggar thanked Sir Winston as Sir Winston rode off into the sunset, like all knight's do in story's .
What? I did not.. Okay so I did go check but I bet you forgot to.. No? You didn't? Oh sure, sure.
Okay, Man. I'm gonna start now. What? Talking? No please don't talk while I'm writing to you, Its veery distracting. Well yer in a good mood today. Okay here it is.
The young beggar boy
What? I said not to talk . . . What's his name? Well I was about to tell you. Was to, Was to, Was to, Was to, Was to, Was to, Was to. OKAY! Stop it and let me get on with it.
The young beggar boy, Whose name was Johnny
WHAT THIS TIME? What? It is not my name I wasn't done writing it. I wasn't . . .
Whose name was Johnny-men-ben-bingle
Did not, I did not! He was a real person!
Had just arrived in the town of Tulsa. He walked down the streets hoping to run into the knight that he had seen on his way here. He walked into a bar and saw a man in a suit of armor so he walked over, It wasn't Sir Winston but maybe he knew him. "Hello Sir." He said in his small voice. "WHY HELLO!" the loud drunk knight yelled. "Er, Do you know where the knight Sir Winston is?" Johnny-men-ben-bingle asked and watched the drunk. "Why yes I do, YES I DO!" he yelled and jumped out of his seat. "I am Sir Matthews." He said and held out a hand. "Hello." Johnny-men-ben-bingle said and shook Sir Matthews hand.
Your being awfully quiet . . . I know I asked you but it's nice to hear from you once in a while. Are you mad at me? I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean to hurt yer feelings . . . You can go ahead and talk yer head off if you like. Yer welcome.
Johnny smiled at the notebook. "Pleased with your work, Mr. Cade?" Principal Thomson asked and smiled at Johnny. "Yeah . ." Johnny said and looked back down at his "work". "May I see it?" Mr. Thomson asked and smiled again. Mr. Thomson was a real nice guy, but he just smiled to much if you asked Johnny. "Uh, It's not finished yet." Johnny said and started "finishing" his work. "Okay." Principal Thomson nodded and then looked over what he was doing. "I'm going to let you out early today so you can catch up on your English homework." Mr. Thomson said and started scribbling some down. "Thanks a lot." Johnny said and smiled slightly at him. He'd been having problems with English and was going to ask one of the gang for help Probably Pony.
Good news. I'm getting let out early today to do my English, Which also means I can play football with the gang, before hand. I'll probably get out any minute. What? Oh no, I'll write more. I will! Okay I'm starting now and if you don't interrupt me then you'll hear more. No no you can talk but not a ton sorry I just broke my pencil lemme get a new one.
Johnny reached under his chair and traded the pencil he had for another one. He started writing again.
Okay here be go.
Sir Matthews went outside and pulled the smallish boy onto his horse. "Hi-Oh Mickey! AWAAAY!" He yelled and took off down the road toward a big house. It was an awful looking house but it was big, it looked like it could hold about eight people.
What? Oh yeah they'll be girls pretty soon, Don't you worry.
"Mr. Cade?" Principal Thomson said and stood up. "You can leave, But I'm going to have someone here next week that I'd like you to talk to." He said and watched Johnny as he gathered up the rest of his pencils.
"Okay." Johnny said then scribbled something down.
Mr. Thomson is letting me out, So I'll tell more next time. He said he has someone for me to talk to next week so I guess I'll see you then. Later.
The dark-haired greaser shut his notebook. "Later." He said to Mr. Thomson and hurried out of the school. Why was he the only one with detention on Saturday was beyond him but he didn't think much of it for he had some football to catch up on.
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Okay guys, Sorry there's not much of the story in here but there will be more next time. PROMISE! If you like me you'll review. big eyes and pouty lip P-p-please? AND I'LL TICKLED TORTURE JOHNNY!
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