Has anybody ever noticed that Taylor Swift's three currently released albums describe each of the three Curtis brothers? It goes in order too, her first self-titled album is Ponyboy's, Fearless is Sodapop's, and Speak Now is Darry's. They each fit their personalities, Taylor Swift is an album about trying finding your place in the world, Fearless is about loving life and the ups and downs of relationships, and Speak Now is about maturing and getting over certain losses. Well, just noticed that :) So enjoy and review!
Chapter 3- The Lot
The moment we stepped outside, we all bid each other good-bye, and headed our own ways.
"Bye Cody!" Tori said, waving.
"Bye!" I said, smiling at the three of them.
"Good luck, I don't know if we'll ever see each other again, but be careful." Ponyboy said. They each turned around and started walking and talking amongst themselves again. I sighed, wondering if I'd ever see them again. But right now, my priority was finding a place to stay.
I walked down an old street, my mind filling up with questions. I read street signs and examined houses, hoping to find the nearest hotel. I eventually made my way to an abandoned, empty little area with a couch, some old newspaper, and other household objects. It seemed strange to me that an old couch was just sitting there, right in the middle of the whole town, but, it seemed unoccupied, so it seemed good enough place for me to stay for a couple of nights. I walked up to the couch and sat down on it, placing my suitcase on it's cushions. I looked the place over, patches of yellow and green grass covered the ground, and wrappers and other little papers littered it. Laying myself down on the couch, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I woke up an hour later, with a dry mouth and grumbling stomach. I realized I hadn't gotten the chance to eat breakfast this morning, all I'd had was the coke I drank at the DX, so I was starving. I propped myself up, and searched my bag for some money to buy food with. I found twenty-five dollars, sixteen cents, and some lipstick. Deciding to leave my luggage there, I began walking down the block looking for some sort of drive-in. I eventually stumbled upon a beaten up restaurant with waitresses in blue and white uniforms, rollerblading out to the cars parked in the drive-through. I walked up to the front doors, and stepped inside, finding at sitting down at a booth. A waitress immediately came up to me, ready for my order. Quickly deciding what to eat, I ordered a cheese burger, fries, and a Coke.
"Be right back with your food," She said, walking promptly back to the counter top and yelling my order at the cook behind it. My food came quickly, and I devoured it since I famished. I payed the bill using my money, and left.
I walked back to the lot and slept for another hour. This time when I woke up, I felt figures surrounding me.
"What's this pretty lady doin' here?" A voice said, smelling strongly of liquor. I felt my eyes widen, this was not at all a good sign. Sitting myself up, I discovered four other people lingering over me. Oh, no, no, no! I thought, wondering how I could possibly escape this mess.
"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" The same one who's voice I'd heard earlier said. He had brown, curly hair and dark eyes. One of his friends standing next to him had a black bees' nest of hair, and dark eyes as well.
"Just-leaving," I said, trying to make a run for it, but two of them grabbed me by my arms and swung me around, landing face-to-face with the leader again.
"Why don't you stay?" He said, slurring his words together, and pulling me away from the other two. Desperate to escape, I slipped out from under his grip, and tripped, falling face-first on the pavement. The brown haired one hit me over the head, causing me to become quiet dizzy, and they ran away, fearing any trouble with the police, since we heard sirens. One of them accidentally kicked my head, putting me into total darkness.
I woke up on something soft. Feeling around me, I finally realized that I was in a hospital bed, and there was an I.V. stuck in my arm. I flipped out. I.V.'s just really freak me out. The doctor and nurse finally both came in.
"Miss, please calm yourself down." The nurse said to me.
I took a deep breath and looked up at the doctor, expecting him to say something.
"Miss, um, Cocalia?" He said, that's my real name, Cocalia Elizabeth Robertson. For some reason in my Greaser Idol dream, it was Cocalia Arrendondo Robertson. Ever since I was little, I always asked people to call me Cody, I thought it fit my personality better, I still think so and it still does.
"Yes sir?" I responded.
"Could you please explain exactly what happened to you that gave you your concussion?" He asked me. I lightly touched the bandage wrapped around my head for the first time, and realized that I even had a concussion.
"Well, um, what happened was," I began, "About four or five boys wearing madras shirts and ski jackets jumped me in this little, abandoned field on the East side of town. They were drunk, and left before anybody showed up, one of them kicked me in the side of the head while running away."
The doctor jotted everything I'd just said down on a pad of paper and pen he was using.
"Okay then," He said, finishing up writing his notes, "We'll report this to the police when they show up." I nodded my head and rubbed my arm, where a nasty bruise presented itself. The doctor bidded me farwell, and headed to another room, leaving the nurse talked to me.
"You rest up, Cocalia," She said, "You'll need it." She turned on her heel, and left the room as well, leaving me to myself. I slowly layed my head down on my soft pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.
We're drivin' down the road, I wonder if you know
I'm trying' so hard, not to get caught up now