Scarlet Curtis

Soda's POV

My new house wasn't that far away, only about two hours. I hope Scar and Pony like their new home.

My new home was yellow painted, had an orange roof, and a balcony at the top. (Picture at the top)

I got my suitcase out of the trunk, and the driver drove off. I knocked on the door, and this man appeared in the doorway. He said, "Ah, you must be Sodapop Curtis please come in."

I smiled and said, "Thank you." I stepped into the large house. He said, "I'll go get the boys." He went upstairs while I looked around for a minute. No chocolate cake, no beer, no loud noises, this doesn't feel like home.

In a matter of time, the man came down with five younger boys. They were smaller than me. He said, "My names Mr. Terry." Sounds like Darry- I thought.

Mr. Terry pointed to each of the boys and said, "This is Clayton, Fred, Brandon, Daniel, and Sammy. Guys this is Sodapop."

I said, "Please, call me Soda." They started laughing at my name. Yep, I already hate it here. Mr. Terry said, "Ok guys calm down. Soda we know your the oldest, so we're letting you have your own room."

Huh, things just got better. I said, "Thanks." He said, "No problem. Oh and Brandon is second to oldest, so he will be showing you around, and telling you about the rules here."

I said, "Ok. Thank you sir." Brandon showed me to my room and said, "If you need me for anything, I'm right down the hall."

I smiled and said, "Thank you." After he left, Sammy (the smallest) came running in my room. He's six years old, same as Scar. He jumped in my arms and was shaking.

I looked at him and said, "Sammy, buddy, what's wrong?" He said, "Didn't you hear that?" I asked, "Hear what?" The thunder outside was very loud. He shivered and said, "That."

He reminded me of Johnny. I said, "If you want, you can sleep in here with me tonight. My younger brother had to sleep with me every night because he had nightmares."

The old memories of Ponyboy make me sad now. My eyes got watery, but I blinked back the tears. Sammy said, "Ok, thanks."

The thunder got heavier, and Sammy just became more scared. Sammy asked out of the blue, "Tomorrow Mr. Terry is going to give us a free day. Will you please take me to the creek out back in the woods?"

I smiled at him and said, "Sure kid. Do you know the way there and back?" He said, "Yep, sure do." I said, "Than, I would be happy to take you."

He smiled and said, "Really? The rest of the boys don't like going outside, and Mr. Terry thinks it's too dangerous, so I always go by myself on free days."

I said, "Of course. I'd be happy to go with you." He smiled and said, "Thanks." I said, "No problem. So, what do you guys do around here."

He frowned and said, "Nothing really. Mr. Terry doesn't like too much noise, so we can't run, play, watch tv, or any fun stuff like that here."

I said, "Oh, well tomorrow we can have fun at the creek." He said, "Yeah, I can't wait!" We sat there for hours just talking to each other about our lives. Turns out that Sammy had it just like Johnny, always beatin at home.

Soon, we got bored. So, I asked, "Do you want to play would you rather?" He looked confused and said, "I don't know. How do you play?" I said, "I give you two insane choices and you have to pick which one you would rather do."

He said, "Hmmm...ok go." I said, "Would you rather...fall off a bridge or...be locked in a tigers cage at a zoo?"

He said, "Fall off a bridge, I have a better chance of surviving." I said, "True, your turn." He said, "Would you rather...have fingers for eyebrows or...hands for feet and feet for hands?"

I thought about it for a minute and said, "Fingers for eyebrows." Than, I lifted my fingers up on my eyebrows and squirmed them around. He giggled, and laughed. I think he even started crying he was laughing so hard.

Than, we played more games like truth or dare. He didn't know how to play any of the games I knew. I felt sorry for him. He looks innocent. I'm starting to like him though. I looked at the time and it read "8:00".

Sammy saw it to and said, "Oh crap! We better get in bed or Mr. Terry will go bananas!" Bananas a term Scar liked to use. Stop Soda, Just Stop! I said, "Ok, well goodnight." He said, "Goodnight, Soda." Maybe this place won't be so bad after all.

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