"Buck, they're gonna stay here," Dally sternly told him.
"no, they aint, I don't have room for them!"
Dally looked at him sternly,
the only way to get something from Buck was to bully him. And Dally would bully him until he gave in.
"fine, but Like I said before, I ain't got room for them," he said.
"they'll sleep in my room," Dally said
we smiled at him, but soon later, a knock..
it was Ponyboy.
"Go away!" I yelled. I hated being a Curtis.
I hated it. I hate Darry, I hate Pony, and I hate Soda!
"not till you come out here an' talk to me!"
"I don't wanna," I whined.
"SHARLETTE MARIE!" He yelled.
"fine," I sighed.
"Darry didn't mean to hit you.. Soda is real upset about you runnin' I'm sorry Johnny can come back, we need ya.." Pony trailed off.
"I ain't comin' home," I said sternly
"why?" He asked, almost like a child.
"I ain't taking a chance of Darry hittin' me again!"
"He won't... please Shar, come back," he begged.
"...Johnny can come?" I asked
"yeah."
I thanked Dally, and said I may need to come back, Johnny might too. he just nodded.
"bye Dal," Johnny said.
I seriously didn't wanna go home, but once I did, SodaPop engulfed me in the biggest hug
"Soda, it's been 4 hours not years, man," I laughed hugging him.
I take it back.. I Love Pony, I love Soda.. but I'm iffy on Darry now.. would he hit me again?
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The Untold Story Of The Greaser Sister.
Ficção AdolescenteThis story is about a girl named Sharlette Marie Curtis, she's the least talked about or appreciated in the gang. she's Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry's kid sister. brought up as a greaser. tuff. but not too tomboy. she's always got this denim jacket s...