Hey guys how was your holidays? Anyone excited for Les Mis coming out the other day(cricket cricket) no just me gasp. Hahaha I am half way done with my homework gasp the h word. WHYYY anyway thanks for reading and I promise soon I will make either a sequal or make a couple extra chapters of what happens next in To the Future but I will do that when I have no inspiration for this story and then I shall have inspiration which I get when I'm watching t.v/being a spaz. Oh and a catchphrase I may be using I got from my sisters friend but changed it a little. So thank him for that Ihighly doubt that you know him. Anyway lets go to Chapter 5.

Chapter 5: Nope not happening.

I shake my head after the short reasonings of my hatred for skirts and not dresses, I couldn't tell you why I hate skirts and not dresses the only difference skirts are not attached to the bottom of the shirt thing. Weird but hey you probably thik weirder then me so no judging allowed.

"Cater I am SO sorry Bob locked you down there, he is really insecure and thinks about himself. But you probably think of him like that, I noticed and you just have to know him better. Believe it or not he has a sweet spot. I guess he's just use to everyone liking him. He has a leader attitude is all. You dig?" Bob sweet? Leadership skills? Yeah right only when he's drunk or wanting something from Cherry.

"What ever you say Cherry. You're forgetting something." I say trying not to sound to harsh.

"Whats that Carter?"

"He's- never mind. I'm gonna go get a bowl of icecream want some?" I couldn't say that she doesn't belong to trash like him. She loves being around him most of the time and I can't just tell her that he's only like that around her, Randy, and Marcia. To everyone around him they were just people in the backround or enemies. As long as he was a main character and people stay out of his way and does what he says everyone's lives will be a lot better. Cherry just liked him to much to hear that, no matter how different I seem from my dear cousin I couldn't break her heart unless it was to help her. What was I suppose to say he sucks everyone hates his guts. He treats you terrible and only thinks of you as something to make him seem and be more manlyish, you need to break up with him before he breaks your heart. Ponyboy and his buddies would be a better boyfriend for you? I couldn't say that ever to her face until I knew Bob was going to hurt her badly. Which feels like its really soon. I get shaken into reality and away from my thoughts.

"Carter? Hello?"

"oh sorry is that a yes to the icecream?" I ask

" Maybe later I just need to relax for a while." She sits down, turns the t.v on and watches another bad show on. I scoop some chocolate chip mint and cookiedough into my bowl you can't just have one flavor. I would add more but thats all they have, good taste in icecream in my book. I go and check on Cherry, she's asleep no matter how old she is or acts she always looks like she's seven or eight when shes asleep. I guess people just look younger asleep, I always wanted to know why that is or what happened in a past life? Don't get me wrong I'm not into contact with paranormal or anything, especially since my other aunt and cousins see ghosts every once in a while. I don't really believe them since they're always watching rated R movies since they were like four years old. That is not an exageration there, she had my sister watch the scariest movies when she was eight. Lets say mom was not happy when she kept giving her nightly visits and told her newly nightmares. But when I watch paranormal shows it makes it even harder to believe since they're sloppy when they're using their "special" technology.

My friend and her friends told me they saw a figure in their rooms at night once, they're pretty religous ( you know always going to church and praying and being involved with church) which I don't mind one bit. The funny thing is my other friend and I rarely go to church and we never had a paranormal experience. So every once in a while I question ghosts and such, but if it seems a little believible like seeing a realitive that passed on or a sign they were there I might consider the thought to be true. But the thought of what happened in your past life, the meaning of dreams and zodiac signs interest me a little. I grab the blanket on the couch and put it over Cherry, I could obnoxously wake her up now but when she got home she seemed stressed so I'll let her be. I go into my room and look out my window and think about the greaser and soc thing. Why was there a grudge between the two? One showed feeling and felt free while the other was taught to hide emotion and felt like they didn't know what to do?

Or maybe it was something stupid started out as a jock calling a nerd a greaser and someone standing up for him and the name drifting and changing through the ages making specific people one and the other? Everyone around here seemed to hate it. So why not just agree on differences leave each other alone and forget the greaser/soc thing. It doesn't bring anyone justice just leaves scars and emotional break downs. This confuses me and I can garentte over 3 percent of both groups would have no actual good reason to hate each other and it leaves them confused aswell. The only reason I can think of why its still here because both groups won't back down unless the other does which will create more problems. I eventually fall asleep having one crazy dream.

I was on my way somewhere, not sure but I was calm and relaxed. From my thoughts in my dream head it felt like this was one of the only times I ever felt that way and enjoyed it. I had a football at hand and was almost at my destination, which I dropped a few times and I saw I had tanned hands. All of a sudden a wave of fear and weakness came over me, thats when I saw a blue mustang. I tried keeping my cool but it wouldn't stop following me, eventually it stopped in front of me and I was surrounded by a few guys. They called me greasers and cursed at me, I just stood there waiting for them to leave feeling so good about themselves. But they didn't, they gotten worse touching my hair and poking me. I asked them to stop quietly, and they were mad. I felt punches and kicks against my body, the pain and tears kept coming and coming refusing to stop, I saw blood and knew it was mine. Then one of the final punches was to my face and I felt a few cold rings scrachting my face. They left me for dead I eventually passed out, it must've been a while until I saw six panicked and worried faces. All the pain and terror came back and the tears came out again. Soda tried calming me down and I told them my story of practicing a few kicks with the ball and what happened. Pony conforted me and kept me from passing out, Darry and Soda carried me back to their house worried and a need of revenge. I finally remembered one of the faces and the car in my dream flashbacks.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Blue mustang, stupid hair cuts, it all piecing itself together. and I feel anger boiling up inside me.

It was Bob and Randy.

And I was Johnny.

Thats how Johnny got his scar and why he's even more of a nervous wreck, all because of Bob. I had to tell Cherry this, and tell her that he's a monster but no once again I'll let my action's do the talking. I knew what Dally would do if I told him who jumped Johnny, he would get arrested when Johnny would need him the most. So I take this matter in my own hands. Not because of my hatred for Bob, no that doesn't matter anymore that's dust in the wind. No now I have an actual reason to hurt Bob, crush him like he did to Johnny. Make him feel kicked when he was already down. I don't care anymore if Cherry will hate me or if I get in trouble, if I get caught so will Bob and his friends. One goes down so does the other. Soc and grease doesn't exsist anymore, its Bob and I. One on One, he'll be in a lose lose situation. Get destroyed by a girl thats half his size with no muscle he'll be hated. If he hurts a girl with no muscles and half his size he'll still be hated and get in trouble. I find some face paint and carefully do it making sure I don't miss a spot. I make sure the color makes my eyes look different. I tuck all my hair into a black hat, and find a pair of tennis shoes that add like five inches to me. I put black gloves on and make sure my plain shirt covers my neck so he won't know anything of me. Bob I hope you enjoy seeing others go down because you'll be one of those people.

I look at my clock 11:45. Perfect he should be asleep by now and so should everyone else. Unless you live at Bucks then you're partying or trying to get sleep. I sneak out my window and climb down that rose wall thing, I should find out whats it called. I know where he lives and I hide in the shadows studying every detail that goes on infront and behind me. I grab my eggs, toilet paper, spray paint, and a glove. No not my glove but Bob's glove, he's my fall guy. It seems risky but its usually the person who acts suprised and upset the most then acts stranger. So I throw my eggs and t.p and spray paint his house.

You're warned. Hurt someone again and this will seem like heaven. You go down I go down.

I keep my promises.

I use my shaky left hand and write it in big sloppy letters which is completely different from my tiny neat hand writing. I leave his glove somewhat covered in the paint. I find a ladder and open his window, and I go inside. It makes garbage smell like cookies and roses, and it makes mine fields seem safe. I take his glove making little paint marks here and there and carefully open his desk and slide the glove in there leaving the part with wet paint out. I leave the cans of paint all over, partially under his bed in his garbage, right on the floor, and some how manage to get it under his pillow. I guess he's to drunk to wake up. But the important part I get some paint on his hands and smudge some of my face paint on him. Then I go in his bathroom quietly wash all the paint off making it look like he was trying to hide it but missed many spots. I grab the face paint container and leave it in there. I guess its believable for now they are a bunch of idiots. The cops will only believe what they see. I look around seeing what a good job I did, when I notice a little paper. I take a closer look in the moonlight and see a police notice.

Name: Robert Sheldon. Aka Bob Sheldon.

Age: 17 years old.

Date of arrest: August 29th, 1966.

Time of arrest to set free: 11:03 p.m - 1:45 a.m

Reason of arrest: Driving under influence, causing disturbance in the peace, caught fighting someone under influence, underaged drinking, use of drugs, third time being arrested, harrasment...

The list kept going on and on and on. I knew what to do with this. I carefully look for the room, and see two sleeping figures. I leave the note right in front of the clock, oh Bob if only you knew how to control yourself, and somewhat respected people then you won't be in this little mess. I knew this seems low to you guys and think I'm going a little to far but wouldn't you if he hurt the ones you loved and wanted to make sure he stopped ruining lives before he goes over bored? We all think differently, but for now I'll have to see how far this gets me. I sneak out of the house looking it over in the shadows again and I run off before anyone realizes I am gone. I put the ladder back making it look like it was impossible for anyone but the Sheldon Family to be here. I make it back home safely without being caught, after my little adventure I hope this will make him feel some what guilty of his doings to Johnny. It better or things will only get worse.

Thanks guys for reading this story, hope you are enjoying it. If you think that Carter should end up with someone don't be afraid to say so. Please review and keep being awesome like the awesome people you are.