I'm twelve years old now. And it's my first day of Junior High. Same for Steve. Even though he's a
year older than me, we're in the same grade. He was held back a year. "Do you have your lunch?"
Mom asked me. "Yes," I said. She had already asked me that about six times. "I guess we're ready
then," she smiled nervously. Ponyboy looked at me with a sad expression on his face. It was
probably because I was getting most of the attention since it was my first day in a new school. And
Pony was just moving up a grade in elementary. We went outside and got in the car. We dropped
Pony off first. Then we headed for my school. I sunk in my seat a little when I saw how big the kids
were. I was kinda scared at first but then I saw Steve. I was alright then. I got out of the car. "Bye,
Mom," I smiled. "Alright. Have a good day, honey," she said worriedly. "I will," I called back as I
walked over to Steve. We walked into the school together and luckily we got in the same class. I
was awfully glad about that. The teacher assigned our seats. Steve sat beside me on one side and a
girl named Sandy sat on the other side. A girl named Evie sat in front of Steve. I stared at Sandy for
a minute. Then I remembered the promise that Steve and I had made to always hate girls. Maybe
we should change the rules a bit, I thought. Maybe we don't have to hate girls. We just have to
promise we won't fall in love with them.
There, thatchapter was a bit longer. This story sucks, I know. Oh well.