A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Well I got a lot of great reviews
and as I was looking through the reviews I read the one where bella1878
wrote 5 inches?? For a review. At first I didn't know what she meant but
then I looked on the chapter she wrote that for and I realized that for
J.C.'s height I put 5 ½ inches when I meant to put 5 ½ ft. Thanks for
showing me that mistake I wrote. So guys J.C. isn't the height of a
pencil,LOL!! Well someone asked if I ever watched The Outsider's movie. Yea
actually I did, like more than 40 times!! I am not kidding, I am like
Outsider obsessed!! Well this is a long author note, well anyway thank you
to all the wonderful people who reviewed Finding Yourself from the
beginning to now!! Now on with the story..............
Chapter 10 - Never Wanting To Be Found
** J.C.'s POV **
I didn't really unpack all my things, I wasn't going to stay here for long. I still had some drugs and a couple of joints; Peter didn't find everything. He did take my blade and if he thinks I am not ever going to get that back then he is fucking crazy. I pocket that blade from an ass on the riches's turf, that is my prize possession. I went into my sock draw and pulled out a bag of white powder; pot. I knew he'll probably search my sock draw later so I had to hide it somewhere else. I searched through places that I could possibly hide it but I didn't feel like it was safe in some of those places. I then searched a desk that was in the dorm. My eyes stopped on a small but not that small hole in the side of the desk.
" Finally a hiding place" I muttered to myself. I rolled the bag of pot into a smaller form so it can fit in the hole more easier. Just as the bag was settled in the hole, the door of the dorm opened. It was Peter.
" Hey, you finished unpacking?" Peter asked looking around.
" Yeah" I said simply.
" Well it is time to eat and then we have group. You think you can find the cafeteria by yourself?"
" Yeah"
" Ok. Do you know were Ponyboy is?"
" Last time I saw him he was on the docks"
" Ok thanks and don't be late eating ok?" Peter said while making his way out the door. I walked outside of the dorm after Peter.I looked around at what I guess you can say "my new surroundings" or "new home" Hell, this isn't home. My home is in California with my buddies, getting high, getting into rumbles, walking the streets at night mugging people...........I started walking to the cafeteria, trying to think of a plan in my head how I can escape Mt.Horizon.
** Ponyboy's POV **
I just stayed on the docks staring out into river. I looked around and saw that no counselors were around. I slowly got my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. As I was taking a joint out avoice came behind me, that made me jump and drop the pack in the river.
"Shit" I muttered to myself. I was about to go reach out and get it but I remember what made me drop it anyway.
"Ponyboy are you ok?" It was Peter. I jumped up from my feet and acted cool as possible even though I wanted to scream on the top of lungs or the urge to punch someone.
" Yeah, you just scared me" I was always a good liar.
" Oh ok, well it is time to eat and then we have group. You can see some students going in there now, so I am pretty sure you won't have a problem finding it..............are you sure you are ok?"
"Yes" I mumbled. He just shook his head and went toward the building. I turned around and looked in the river trying to see where my cigarettes landing. My eyes got a glance of something white. It was my cigarettes but half of it was already in the water.
" Shit there goes one pack wasted" I mumbled while watching the rest of my cigarettes going slowly down the river. That is what I feel; my life slowly going down into a deep, dark place where no one or anything can find you............
" I'm not going to be found............." I said to myself, walking to the cafeteria.
Chapter 10 - Never Wanting To Be Found
** J.C.'s POV **
I didn't really unpack all my things, I wasn't going to stay here for long. I still had some drugs and a couple of joints; Peter didn't find everything. He did take my blade and if he thinks I am not ever going to get that back then he is fucking crazy. I pocket that blade from an ass on the riches's turf, that is my prize possession. I went into my sock draw and pulled out a bag of white powder; pot. I knew he'll probably search my sock draw later so I had to hide it somewhere else. I searched through places that I could possibly hide it but I didn't feel like it was safe in some of those places. I then searched a desk that was in the dorm. My eyes stopped on a small but not that small hole in the side of the desk.
" Finally a hiding place" I muttered to myself. I rolled the bag of pot into a smaller form so it can fit in the hole more easier. Just as the bag was settled in the hole, the door of the dorm opened. It was Peter.
" Hey, you finished unpacking?" Peter asked looking around.
" Yeah" I said simply.
" Well it is time to eat and then we have group. You think you can find the cafeteria by yourself?"
" Yeah"
" Ok. Do you know were Ponyboy is?"
" Last time I saw him he was on the docks"
" Ok thanks and don't be late eating ok?" Peter said while making his way out the door. I walked outside of the dorm after Peter.I looked around at what I guess you can say "my new surroundings" or "new home" Hell, this isn't home. My home is in California with my buddies, getting high, getting into rumbles, walking the streets at night mugging people...........I started walking to the cafeteria, trying to think of a plan in my head how I can escape Mt.Horizon.
** Ponyboy's POV **
I just stayed on the docks staring out into river. I looked around and saw that no counselors were around. I slowly got my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. As I was taking a joint out avoice came behind me, that made me jump and drop the pack in the river.
"Shit" I muttered to myself. I was about to go reach out and get it but I remember what made me drop it anyway.
"Ponyboy are you ok?" It was Peter. I jumped up from my feet and acted cool as possible even though I wanted to scream on the top of lungs or the urge to punch someone.
" Yeah, you just scared me" I was always a good liar.
" Oh ok, well it is time to eat and then we have group. You can see some students going in there now, so I am pretty sure you won't have a problem finding it..............are you sure you are ok?"
"Yes" I mumbled. He just shook his head and went toward the building. I turned around and looked in the river trying to see where my cigarettes landing. My eyes got a glance of something white. It was my cigarettes but half of it was already in the water.
" Shit there goes one pack wasted" I mumbled while watching the rest of my cigarettes going slowly down the river. That is what I feel; my life slowly going down into a deep, dark place where no one or anything can find you............
" I'm not going to be found............." I said to myself, walking to the cafeteria.