Candy

Summery: About 1100 children are killed from abuse each year. Around 400,000 missing, lost or injured, almost 500,00 runaways, 100,000 throw away, about 300,000 family abductions, 100,000 non-family abductions, and 3-4,00 successful non-family abductions. There are estimated to be about 100 child murders from abductions each year. 74 of abducted children who are murdered are dead within three hours of abduction.//National Statistics for Lost Missing and Abducted Children// From all these children, what is to keep one alive, safe, and well? In the middle of gang war's and desperate adults , nothing is to stop one from wishing to kidnap the youngest, and most fragile of the yet to develop gang. Ponyboy Curtis. But is there more to it then that?

Chapter One

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"Mommy I wasn't some candy, can we please have some candy?!"Little Ponyboy Curtis, age four and a half years old, tugged impatiently on his mothers sleeve while he and Sodapop, his older brother, were begging constantly for candy as it was their second time passing the small sweet shop. The mother, beautiful; not in a movie star fashion, but in a humble housewife look-nodded smiling.

"Yes, but not to much. Remember to get some for Darry and Daddy to, "she smiled to the and let them lead her way to the shop. It was a fairly small shop, short shelf's of candy all around, surrounding the main room, one small shelf of main candy's in the middle so it made a slightly homey area.

"Hmm," said the old man who owned the shop alone, hair graying and skin wrinkling, yet his eyes still bright, strengthened with wisdom," Mrs. Curtis. We're here again I see? And do you think you might be staying here for good?"

Wither he meant in the town or the shop it was unknown to most, yet Mrs. Curtis answered, "My husband and I have thought about it and am thinking of moving out when Pony's about 15 and can drive, "she looked lovingly to her two boys, eyes shining with mirth as they rummaged through the chocolates and sour candies, "Pony misses the country. He seemed to like it more, besides the fact that he's made close friends with some boy's - as have the other two-one particular named Johnny."

"Aaah yes," Said the old man smiling, "Johnny. Bright young lad. Intelligent, sweet, often comes in here with his older sister. Yes he is a fine lad,' "the man looked to the boy's as they looked at the new assessment of 'Wonka' candies-a new fad among the child population as for the new book and movie release Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory."I can see why their friends."

"Mommy "said a young voice and they saw Soda and Ponyboy grinning, dozen's of chocolates and other sweets in their hands," We want these."

The young woman sighed, out of sadness one might say, as she shook her head, "Now Sodapop, Ponyboy, you both know we don't have that kind of money to be spending. Go put a few of those Wonka one's a way, and those poppy one's and then some."

"But mom "came similar whines.

"No butt's, put those away, "she was cut off as the store owner put a hand on her shoulder.

Smiling he said softly, "Let 'em keep it. It isn't like no one is going buy it. It'll expire before many come to raid my stash."It was true. The old man didn't get much business, much less very many well paying customers. "But-"

"No, "he smiled kindly, "I love kids. Their happiness is enough to fill the whole world with joy."

She staired at him for a moment. Thoughts of how he must have it hard enough, but also ones of her children begging came to mind, sighing she made up her mind."All right, "she said, "You boy's can keep it."

As the boy's ran outside cheering she turned, "You can keep this much, "She gave him a five and a one with some random change, "It's all I have. Pleas, keep it. I know you don't have much."

The man smiled gently, "You're a very good and generous woman, Mrs. Curtis, and I wish their were more people like you and you're family. Pleas, do me a favor, and make those children happy. "he loved children, that was well known, yet he had never had any-losing his wife to a car accident at age 30 with her pregnant. He hadn't been their-it had been a taxi- yet it still pained him deeply. He now dictated his life to making people happy.

"Thank you David. Well, good bye, "she laughed as her boy's voice's begged her to hurry up out the door, and she followed waving behind her shoulder.

"Good by Mrs. Curtis, "he said sadly, "I hope you come back soon. "

With that they were gone. That night David cried while his hand clutched a picture of a beautiful woman with a swollen stomach holding a young man's hand. Both smiling happily for the camera.

Hitomi

. Ok well this isn't one of my best works but it was something on my old account-Lin3- that I found and decided I am going to start taking those stories and start finishing them, and spell checking etc. Also I need a beta for this story, as for I am horrible at the English language.

If anyone is interested, please tell me in the form of a review. I will get back to you about it.

Also if you are someone who has read "Candy" in my other account, this is probably all I'm going to keep the same because, quite frankly, I sucked at writing back then-even more than I do now- but I wished to keep this chapter the same so people could still have the same connection with the story. I have went though it and fixed things I saw-quite a few- and am trying to make it a coherent story. So please, stay with me.

Well thank you for reading, so-please-r+r.