Why can't they just stop fighting? I'm sick of all the screaming and hitting and pushing. It's bad enough when they just do it towards each other, but now it's aimed towards me too! Usually they don't hit me unless their super drunk, but I guess they decided that they want to take their anger out on me instead of each other!!
Flashback...
"You are worthless!!!! You don't even deserve to be alive!! You should listen to all those stupid socs and just kill yourself!!" My parents say as they throw me up against the mural and soco me in my stomach as I slide down the dirty walls. Over and over again they kick me in the stomach screaming insults at me. You see most adults don't know about the rivalry between the socs and the greasers but my parents, being young themselves (they had me when they were fifteen) knew all about it! And even though they were greasers themselves they rooted for the socs because they wanted me dead just like all of those socs! As soon as my parents head over to the cabinet to get out the booze I hop up and limp out of the house and down the street. I run till I find a nice park and I sit on the playground and curl up in a ball holding my stomach. I pull up my camisa in the moonlight and can already see bruises forming. Just then I hear a cry of pain coming from a house nearby. I jump up an run towards the noise. It came from a small shabby house, I sneak up to it and look through its grubby window. At first I can't see anything so I rub the window with my small hand and the fog disappears. I glance around and see a guy beating a kid who looked to be about my age. "No!!" I scream. He glances up for a moment and stops beating him. The boy takes that moment to jump up and run out the front door. I grab his hand and we run back to the park and hid. "Hey, my names (y/n)" I say. He looks up at me shaking and I notice how gorgeous he is. He has big brown eyes, tan skin, hair black as night and a scar por his eye. He's shaking as he says "hi I'm Johnny..." I hug him as he starts to cry "why did you try to stop him?" He asks me while sobbing. I pull his face up to look at mine "because, I like you!!" He looks back and forth from my eyes to my lips and then quickly leans in and kisses me. He pulls back fast "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!!!!!" I smile at him "it's okay" I say while bringing my lips to his once again
Flashback...
"You are worthless!!!! You don't even deserve to be alive!! You should listen to all those stupid socs and just kill yourself!!" My parents say as they throw me up against the mural and soco me in my stomach as I slide down the dirty walls. Over and over again they kick me in the stomach screaming insults at me. You see most adults don't know about the rivalry between the socs and the greasers but my parents, being young themselves (they had me when they were fifteen) knew all about it! And even though they were greasers themselves they rooted for the socs because they wanted me dead just like all of those socs! As soon as my parents head over to the cabinet to get out the booze I hop up and limp out of the house and down the street. I run till I find a nice park and I sit on the playground and curl up in a ball holding my stomach. I pull up my camisa in the moonlight and can already see bruises forming. Just then I hear a cry of pain coming from a house nearby. I jump up an run towards the noise. It came from a small shabby house, I sneak up to it and look through its grubby window. At first I can't see anything so I rub the window with my small hand and the fog disappears. I glance around and see a guy beating a kid who looked to be about my age. "No!!" I scream. He glances up for a moment and stops beating him. The boy takes that moment to jump up and run out the front door. I grab his hand and we run back to the park and hid. "Hey, my names (y/n)" I say. He looks up at me shaking and I notice how gorgeous he is. He has big brown eyes, tan skin, hair black as night and a scar por his eye. He's shaking as he says "hi I'm Johnny..." I hug him as he starts to cry "why did you try to stop him?" He asks me while sobbing. I pull his face up to look at mine "because, I like you!!" He looks back and forth from my eyes to my lips and then quickly leans in and kisses me. He pulls back fast "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!!!!!" I smile at him "it's okay" I say while bringing my lips to his once again
You looked around the class for a partner. Everyone seemed to have a partner. You looked down and started to write. You could write about anything. You could feel that someone was standing over you. You looked up to see a girl. "What?" "I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner?" You looked at Ponyboy who was reading. "No I'm fine" you said wishing it was Ponyboy who asked you. You started composição literária once again. She walked away. You were surprised a Soc. asked you. The sino rang as you walked out of the class. Ponyboy was with his friend Two-bit. Ponyboy's P.O.V I was scared to talk to Y/N. I don't know what to say to her. I wanted to ask her to be my partner, but I would think she would say no. Back to normal. You only had two mais periods before school ended. You walked to your class as you took your seat. You fell asleep in that class. You hated that class so you always did. Ponyboy was in that class which sucked cause he always saw you pass out.
“Fine,” you say, as you sit down in his lap.
You watch for a couple of minutes, then Two-Bit says, “C’mon! I need a little action!”
“Here this will make you feel better,” you smile as you give him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Yeah, that made me feel better.” He grinned.
“Awww look at the two of you,” Steve smiled. “Being all cute like.”
“Two-Bit and (Y/N) sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes the love, then comes the marriage, then comes (Y/N) with the baby carriage!” Soda sings.
“Will you knock it off?” Two-Bit asks, obviously annoyed.
“Actually Soda, that song is in the wrong order. por the sounds of it, (Y/N)’s gonna be knocked up any dia now por the way they go at it,” Steve grins.
All you do is smile.