A/N - Ok, here's a new one, hope its more of a suitable length and remember
reviews are always appreciated!
Home
When I woke the next morning, I felt better then I had in a long time. Cherry was already gone which was good because I wouldn't have to explain my late night or Soda's jacket.
I got up and showered, dressing myself in jeans and a black sweater, slipping Soda's coat over my shoulders. I took my wallet out of my purse and put it in my pants pocket - I was less likely to get jumped without a purse visible.
I walked slowly, trying to take in the whole town and neighborhood where I had grown up. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and felt the cold steel of Soda's blade against my hand.
I didn't remove it from the pocket; that was the last thing that I needed, to be picked up for carrying a weapon, or worse yet, jumped.
I carefully checked that it was closed and hefted the steel in my hand. It had a reassuring weight to it. Heavy enough that you could feel it in your hand and feel safe, yet light enough to handle with ease. The grip was worn off almost completely. I ran my fingers over where the grip had been and gasped in surprise.
I slowly ran my fingers over the deeply etched marks feeling them out, not needing to see them.
S.C. + C.S. + S.R.
Sodapop Curtis + Chloe Sand + Steven Randel
Soda had carved that the day before my cousins came to take me away. So we would never forget each other, the three of us.
I, however, had forgotten all about this. Soda had done the handles of all our blades.mine long gone, taken by my cousins when we had arrived in Massachusetts. I had been lost without my blade and my friends. To be suddenly left defenseless. It made walking alone to school those first few days torture. But I soon discovered that I didn't need it.
I was amazed that Soda still carried this blade; that meant a lot to me. While thinking about all this I had stopped walking near the vacant lot.
"Hey, you!" Someone behind me said, grabbing my shoulder. Without thinking, acting on pure reflex, I pulled the blade from my pocket, snapping it open and bringing it quickly up to the throat of...
A/N - Sorry, I thought this was longer, took all of math class to write it...more as soon as I write it! Thanks for the reviews and please keep them comeing!
Home
When I woke the next morning, I felt better then I had in a long time. Cherry was already gone which was good because I wouldn't have to explain my late night or Soda's jacket.
I got up and showered, dressing myself in jeans and a black sweater, slipping Soda's coat over my shoulders. I took my wallet out of my purse and put it in my pants pocket - I was less likely to get jumped without a purse visible.
I walked slowly, trying to take in the whole town and neighborhood where I had grown up. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and felt the cold steel of Soda's blade against my hand.
I didn't remove it from the pocket; that was the last thing that I needed, to be picked up for carrying a weapon, or worse yet, jumped.
I carefully checked that it was closed and hefted the steel in my hand. It had a reassuring weight to it. Heavy enough that you could feel it in your hand and feel safe, yet light enough to handle with ease. The grip was worn off almost completely. I ran my fingers over where the grip had been and gasped in surprise.
I slowly ran my fingers over the deeply etched marks feeling them out, not needing to see them.
S.C. + C.S. + S.R.
Sodapop Curtis + Chloe Sand + Steven Randel
Soda had carved that the day before my cousins came to take me away. So we would never forget each other, the three of us.
I, however, had forgotten all about this. Soda had done the handles of all our blades.mine long gone, taken by my cousins when we had arrived in Massachusetts. I had been lost without my blade and my friends. To be suddenly left defenseless. It made walking alone to school those first few days torture. But I soon discovered that I didn't need it.
I was amazed that Soda still carried this blade; that meant a lot to me. While thinking about all this I had stopped walking near the vacant lot.
"Hey, you!" Someone behind me said, grabbing my shoulder. Without thinking, acting on pure reflex, I pulled the blade from my pocket, snapping it open and bringing it quickly up to the throat of...
A/N - Sorry, I thought this was longer, took all of math class to write it...more as soon as I write it! Thanks for the reviews and please keep them comeing!