Hello all! This is an old story of mine that I'm finally posting.
I woke up screaming, once again for Pony. Nightmares again. I had never had nightmares this consistent before, and it scared me. Pony came rushing into the living room, like he did every night. I felt horrible for waking him again, but for some reason he was the only one I called. "I'm sorry" I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He grinned sweetly. "No, that's okay. I'll sit with you until you fall asleep." I was glad, because whenever he did the nightmares subsided and I rested peacefully, as well the rest of the household.
Pony sat beside the couch, where I slept at night. I had been staying with the Curtis' since my dad ran out on my mom and I, My mom had been killed by a drunk driver, shortly afterwards. They welcomed me, thank God, no orphanage for me. I slowly drifted off to a peaceful slumber to Pony's steady breathing.
Two-bit woke me up the next morning, he slammed the door, again. He didn't realize he had woken me up but I could hear Darry hollering from the kitchen to shush up. "It must be late." I thought to myself. "Morning Mattie" Johnny followed Two-bit in. "Morning" I said sleepily stretching my arms. "Well look who it is!" Johnny laughed. I looked down beside the couch, and there was Pony sleeping soundly, still in a sitting position.
When Johnny joined Darry and Two-bit in the Kitchen, I slowly rose out of my make-shift bed and laid my blanket over Pony, It sure was cool in the house. "I'm sorry" I whispered to him once again.
The smell of eggs made my stomach rumble wildly. I remembered I hadn't eaten much the night before, I wasn't hungry at the time. I pulled my suitcase from under Soda and Pony's bed, where Soda still lay. He sure was conked out, you couldn't wake him if you dropped and anvil on his head. Unlike Pony who was a shallow sleeper, he was always the first to here me wake up with a start at night, even if I hadn't called for him.
Barely could I carry the large blue suitcase filled with my belongings. I sure did hate living out of a suitcase, but I didn't have a choice. I took a quick shower, the best part of my day. The warm water washed everything away, the pain, the memories that lingered, threateningly in my mind. Towards evening though, I could feel it again, burdened on my heart, dragging me down. Not even my slumber was peaceful anymore.
After my shower, I quickly slipped on some blue jeans. They were sort of tight, not very though. They were a little long but I liked to buy my pants a couple sizes larger so I could wear them longer. I put on a navy blue tank top to match. I didn't dress like a greaser, and my manners were an improvement from most of them, but since my best friends, more like brothers, were greasers, I was considered one to. I hurriedly brushed my long red hair back into a ponytail, like I do every morning and greased it down. There was one thing we had in common. Hair grease. Even I used it.
"Hurry up in there." Soda yelled from the other side of the door. "I'm workin' on it." I rolled my eyes, "guys!" I mumbled loudly. "Chicks!" Soda replied. I laughed and swung open the door.
I hurried into the kitchen, afraid I would starve if I didn't eat something soon. Pony was up, he was the only one that remained in the kitchen. Everyone else was watching TV. "Hey Ponyboy." I said. "Hey Mattie."
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Yay, that was my first chapter. Do you like?
I woke up screaming, once again for Pony. Nightmares again. I had never had nightmares this consistent before, and it scared me. Pony came rushing into the living room, like he did every night. I felt horrible for waking him again, but for some reason he was the only one I called. "I'm sorry" I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He grinned sweetly. "No, that's okay. I'll sit with you until you fall asleep." I was glad, because whenever he did the nightmares subsided and I rested peacefully, as well the rest of the household.
Pony sat beside the couch, where I slept at night. I had been staying with the Curtis' since my dad ran out on my mom and I, My mom had been killed by a drunk driver, shortly afterwards. They welcomed me, thank God, no orphanage for me. I slowly drifted off to a peaceful slumber to Pony's steady breathing.
Two-bit woke me up the next morning, he slammed the door, again. He didn't realize he had woken me up but I could hear Darry hollering from the kitchen to shush up. "It must be late." I thought to myself. "Morning Mattie" Johnny followed Two-bit in. "Morning" I said sleepily stretching my arms. "Well look who it is!" Johnny laughed. I looked down beside the couch, and there was Pony sleeping soundly, still in a sitting position.
When Johnny joined Darry and Two-bit in the Kitchen, I slowly rose out of my make-shift bed and laid my blanket over Pony, It sure was cool in the house. "I'm sorry" I whispered to him once again.
The smell of eggs made my stomach rumble wildly. I remembered I hadn't eaten much the night before, I wasn't hungry at the time. I pulled my suitcase from under Soda and Pony's bed, where Soda still lay. He sure was conked out, you couldn't wake him if you dropped and anvil on his head. Unlike Pony who was a shallow sleeper, he was always the first to here me wake up with a start at night, even if I hadn't called for him.
Barely could I carry the large blue suitcase filled with my belongings. I sure did hate living out of a suitcase, but I didn't have a choice. I took a quick shower, the best part of my day. The warm water washed everything away, the pain, the memories that lingered, threateningly in my mind. Towards evening though, I could feel it again, burdened on my heart, dragging me down. Not even my slumber was peaceful anymore.
After my shower, I quickly slipped on some blue jeans. They were sort of tight, not very though. They were a little long but I liked to buy my pants a couple sizes larger so I could wear them longer. I put on a navy blue tank top to match. I didn't dress like a greaser, and my manners were an improvement from most of them, but since my best friends, more like brothers, were greasers, I was considered one to. I hurriedly brushed my long red hair back into a ponytail, like I do every morning and greased it down. There was one thing we had in common. Hair grease. Even I used it.
"Hurry up in there." Soda yelled from the other side of the door. "I'm workin' on it." I rolled my eyes, "guys!" I mumbled loudly. "Chicks!" Soda replied. I laughed and swung open the door.
I hurried into the kitchen, afraid I would starve if I didn't eat something soon. Pony was up, he was the only one that remained in the kitchen. Everyone else was watching TV. "Hey Ponyboy." I said. "Hey Mattie."
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Yay, that was my first chapter. Do you like?