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"Ponyboy!" shouted Darry, "Hurry up!"
"I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" Ponyboy yelled back as he finished greasing his hair. He grabbed his
bag and ran out the door. Outside were Amanda Mathews (Two-Bit's little sister) and Curly and Angela
Shepherd (A/N Curly and Amanda are seventeen. Angela and Ponboy are sixteen. Angela and Ponyboy
skipped a year. They are all Juniors.)
He grinned at them, "Whatever are yall here for?"
Angela, Curly, and Amanda were scowling.
"Tim drives us to school. He ain't come home last night," said Angela.
"And you?" Ponyboy asked Amanda.
"I go wit em," she snapped.
"Well git in," Ponboy said as he sat down in his car. Curly sat up front with and Amanda and Angela
sat in the back.
"Wish I had Darry and Soda for brothers," grumbled Angela.
Sodapop and Darry had been saving their money for one and a half year to get him this car. (BTW it's
a very old ugly rusty car but the Greasers were still awed cuz most family's only have one.) When
he'd first seen it Ponyboy had been so shocked he'd actually fainted! Of course when he came to the
entire gang were laughing at him.
Ponyboy broke out of his thoughts as they came in front of a white grey building. School.
"C'mon. You all get out n if your not here at 3:23 sharp I'm leaving yall here," Ponyboy stated as
he walked out and locked all the doors.
"Sure," said Curly.
"And here we are," said the cute boy with blue eyes, "Biology Rom 203."
"Thanks.... uh..." Hope said.
"Luke. Luke Cathaway," He responded smiling, "See you around Hope."
"Sure. See you," Hope said smiling.
As soon as he turned the corner Hope opened the door. Effectiviley interupting the class.
"Ponyboy you pair up wit-" the teacher was interupted by the door opening. Mr. Johnson scowled at
"You're late," he snapped.
"Sorry," said a cool calm feminime voice, "I'm new here I got lost."
"Ahhh..." said Mr. Johnson. He took out his attendance and looked for the new girl's name. "Miss
Hope Belle Curtis?"
At "Curtis" Ponyboy's head snapped up. At the back of the room near the door was a girl with gold
blond curly hair. She had his nose and the same eyes as him. In fact she was identical to him except
for the fact that she was a girl and her hair looked like Sodapop's. Ponyboy gaped at her. If it
hadn't been for the fact that she was clearly a Soc (She's wearing a mini skirt, boots with heels,
and a tube top. All are designer.) he would've believed she was his twin.
"Curtis-Marlown," the girl stated cooly, "Hope Belle Curtis-Marlown. It's hyphened."
"Ahhh... yes I've heard about you," said Mr. Johnson, "I've heard about you're reputation. I'll be
At this Hope smirked.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Mr. Johnson."
"I'm sure you don't," he replied, "Since you're new here you can pair up with Ponyboy. Ponyboy raise
Ponyboy relunctantly raise his hand.
"He'll explain the project to you. Sit beside him."
Hope turned at glance at him. For a brief second her face was shocked but she wiped it away
She sat down beside him (he sits at the back left corner. The door is at the back right corner.).
"Hope," she said giving him her hand.
"Ponboy," he responded frowning at her. He refused to chake hands with a Soc.
"Um.. ok," she said lowering her hand. She stared at him for a moment.
"Ok," she snapped suddenly. Ponyboy turned to look at her. "What is with you? I mean you don't have
to like me but the least you could like do is tell me what your problem is."
"You're Soc," he informed her flatly.
"A whawhawhat?" she asked.
"A Soc. Ya know. A Social."
She stared at him blankly.
"Ain't anyone tell ya how things work round 'ere?"
She continued looking at him.
"K it like dis. I'm from da East Side. Us third class bunch- we're call the Greasers. You're from da
West. You're First Class. A Soc. Socs and Greasers jump each other and fight wit each other."
"You mean like a gang?" she asked.
"No. There are gangs in da East but we're mostly just really close friends. Some of us are like real
hoods byt nat all of us. N we don't fight gainst each other. Only against you Socs."
At this the girl pouted, "Well that's boring. That means that there's nothing to do here."
"Where ya from?" Ponyboy asked.
"Really? You know Dally Winston?"
"No duh. He's my best friend."
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