Well...here is a brand new story. This was born out of writers block of A Shadow's Night. Unlike, A Shadow's Night plot (Which I finnally know what is the ending...you'll just have to read about.) I do not know where this is going, so bare with me. If you have any suggestions e-mail me them or pm me.
This story takes place post-book (So Johnny and Dally have died.) and it is in Pony's POV. There are no sisters of any of the main characters.
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Disclamer: I do not own The Outsiders (wish I did). I also do not own God Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts (Again...wish I did own this beatiful song...listen to it.)
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Chapter 1: Prologue
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Rascal Flatts
Luck- noun; the force that seems to operate for good or ill in a person's life, as in shaping circumstances, events, or opportunities.
That is what the dictionary says luck is. That luck is a phenomenon, an unseen force. And this force just happens to a random person at a random time. That's what people say luck is.
Luck; it's something that I don't have.
Being lucky means having fate on your side. That you get everything you would ever want. Having luck is something we all want. We wish on stars. We throw coins in fountains. We blow out candles and make a wish. We do anything we can to get luck.
Something, I thought I would never have.
Cause, you see, fate hasn't always been kind to me. I have never called myself lucky. That luck has been on my side. That there has been a force looking out for me. I, my family, and friends all have been through hell. My parent's death, my two good friends, Johnny and Dally deaths' all have happened. We haven't gotten lucky.
We live on the east side. We don't believe in luck; we can't believe in luck. We believe in survival. We have to. If we don't, we get caught up. Caught up in how we will get through the day. Surviving to the next day and into the night; that's what we do. We run and duck, hoping to avoid getting shot.
So you could see why I don't believe in luck. How when someone mentions it, I tell them it's just a myth. Cause, the real people who need the luck, they never get it.
That's what I said.
Then things started to change.
And that's when I met her.
So how was that....I know it is short. It will get longer. Please review...Anything can help me at this point.
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