Chapter 6: Teaching Ponyboy How To Drive
Love Knows Keine Borders
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~Early Fall, 1968~
"Soda, how'd did you guys adopt me?" Hannah asked, leaning her head into her older brother's shoulder. Soda paused, taken aback by his little sister's question. Then, he smiled.
"It all started in 1956," he started dramatically in a TV-host voice. "Mom and Dad were watching television and saw a documentary on Berlin after World War II. It was terribly graphic. Mom then went to Germany with her church two years later to an orphanage. She talked to dad for about a years, and they decided to adopt from Germany. It took a long time, Hannah. We waited two years until we could finally bring you home. We changed your German name to an English one and got all the legal papers done, and we got to bring you to America."
"I wouldn't blend in very well in school with a name like Katharina Janet Achilles," Hannah commented, laughing.
"And so you became Hannah June Curtia, after Grandma June," Sodapop finished. Hannah smiled sleepily, content.
"What's with the sudden interest?" Sodapop wondered, lazily poking his fifteen year old sister's side. "Is there anything wrong?"
"Nein. Nothing is wrong. I was just curious is all," Hannah mumbled self-concisously.
"It's okay to be curious. That's natural. If you want to talk, just ask us, okay?"
Hannah nodded before she fell asleep completely against her brother's shoulder.
"Steeeeve, this is so not a gut idea."
"Well, why not?" The auto mechanic snapped back.
"Because he's a terrible driver!" Hannah whined.
"Would you two just shut up," Ponyboy complained, agitated, from the front seat. His knuckled were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
"Some of us don't want to die," Hannah countered back annoyingly.
"I'm not going to kill you!" Ponyboy groaned.
As the light turned green, and Ponyboy eased his foot onto the gas petal, another car came careening around the corner, disregarding the red light.
Nobody even have time to blink.
There was a sickening crunching sound as it made impact with Steve's rusted car, and a scream rang out from deep in Hannah's throat. Both boys let out a yell, too. The two cars glided across the busy intersection for a few turns before halting to a complete stop in the grass nearby. And then, there was no noise to be heard. Just loud silence.
A/N: Thank you so much to Dramaholic74 for the help, especially with the title of my story. And the suggestion for this chapter was from the amazingly talented Chicago Fire Buddies! Thank you!
Word Count: 527 words.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee XxX