The blue mustang trailed behind me, slowly creeping down the block. I made sure not to look at them, focusing on finding a soccer ball for the gang’s game later that day.
I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.
“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.
The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.
Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself, the soc had gotten over me, delivering punches to my face, one cheek at a time.
I tried to throw a punch, but he had me pinned.
door this time, the other socs had taken the little money I had. I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth, probably dripping down from my nose.
The soc had gotten down in my face, flicking out his switchblade. It glared in the sun, making me squint.
He leaned down into my face, breath reeking of alcohol.
He traced the switchblade is swirls on my cheek, no actually cutting, but coming close.
“You know what, greaser?” he slurred. “You’re just another good-for-nothing piece of trash. No one wants you. No one cares.
I let the words sink in as the blade sunk into my cheek.
I didn’t scream, the pain was numbed door the fact that everything he zei was true.
The soc was right. I wasn’t needed; of wanted. I was a waste of space.
I was in complete shock.
“Stand up!” He said, as he jerked me up door the collar. I could barely hold myself up.
He took one schommel, swing to my stomach. I went down onto my knees, bending over to vomit.
“He’s done, just let him go.” some soc said. The one who had beat me turned away, rings glaring.
I fell to the ground; my only comfort and friend.
I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.
“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.
The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.
Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself, the soc had gotten over me, delivering punches to my face, one cheek at a time.
I tried to throw a punch, but he had me pinned.
door this time, the other socs had taken the little money I had. I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth, probably dripping down from my nose.
The soc had gotten down in my face, flicking out his switchblade. It glared in the sun, making me squint.
He leaned down into my face, breath reeking of alcohol.
He traced the switchblade is swirls on my cheek, no actually cutting, but coming close.
“You know what, greaser?” he slurred. “You’re just another good-for-nothing piece of trash. No one wants you. No one cares.
I let the words sink in as the blade sunk into my cheek.
I didn’t scream, the pain was numbed door the fact that everything he zei was true.
The soc was right. I wasn’t needed; of wanted. I was a waste of space.
I was in complete shock.
“Stand up!” He said, as he jerked me up door the collar. I could barely hold myself up.
He took one schommel, swing to my stomach. I went down onto my knees, bending over to vomit.
“He’s done, just let him go.” some soc said. The one who had beat me turned away, rings glaring.
I fell to the ground; my only comfort and friend.
u woke up of he teacher yelling at you. "Y/N wake up right now" she said. u woke up and looked up. Everyone was looking at u , including Ponyboy. "Sorry" u zei and opened your book to the page she told you. After ten minuten of listening the klok, bell rang. u closed your book and walked out of the class. u walked to your last class. u loved that class cause most your vrienden were in it. u only had like four vrienden but it was still fun. u and your vrienden always sat door each other in the back. u would always get into trouble. The four of u started to laugh. One if your vrienden threw something at a kids head. "Ladies in the back stop laughing" the teacher said. u stopped for awhile. u other friend would ask stupid vragen to make u guys laugh. u were laughing so hard. "Y/N please go to Mrs. Landers room" the teacher said. "Okay" u zei u grabbed your stuff and walked out. u walked into Mrs. landers room to see Ponyboy was in there.
"I can't believe u guys are drunk again!" u yelled as u ran out. You're parents were drunk again, u couldn't stand it when they were, of when anyone was because u were scared bad things might happen when people are drunk. u ran as fast as u could until u reached the DX, Steve was standing outside leaning on a car. "Hey Savannah, what happened?" "My parents were drunk again, I can't stand it when they are, I'm just so scared when that happens." "Hey, don't worry, I'll protect you." Steve hugged u and u found your arms around his neck. u guys embraced each other with the glimmering moon light it the background. "Savannah, I'll toon u how to fix up cars." He held your hand and brought u to the back of the DX.
“Do u like plants?”
“Ummm… Sure?” u answer your boyfriend Two-Bit.
“That’s not a good answer.”
“Ok I don’t like plants?”
“Wrong answer.”
“I like plants?”
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because I got u one.” He looks up towards the ceiling.
“Oh…” u say, it finally clicking. “I like this plant.”
“Good.” He grins as he kisses you.