forbidden love, a ponyboy michael curtis love story

chapter two

i was really deep into my writing by now. i had lost my thought of anything else in the world. right now i was only focused on the two lovers in my novel and their journey. my hand was throbbing, but my worries were elsewhere. i loved this kind of pain, the pain of writing. writing was one of the only things i felt i could do well. it took me to a different world of imaginary things that made me think so hard about life and the many ups and downs. you can never really think while writing, because thinking too much will make you focused on all the wrong things. while writing, your hand is your brain, making all the choices while your brain just focused on the paper and the marks of the pen or pencil.
      i took a break from writing to eat my apple. i took bites out of my apple as i examined the still-dark area around me. it was as if time had been frozen and i was the only living thing around. it scared me, but it even more intrigued me as to what was hiding behind that darkness. i knew it was light somewhere, but not here. here, it was never light until about seven or eight. and it was only about seven so it was still dark. i enjoyed moments like this, were i could be alone and not have to worry about my older brother bothering me, or my parents nagging me to go to my hated equestrian lessons, or to go to my piano lessons which i enjoyed. but then again, writing was my true passion.
      i then started my writing again and it took me a little while to find the flow i had before i started eating my apple. after about ten minutes, it caught onto me and i was able to write like before. i started writing faster and faster, ignoring my throbbing right hand. i was so into my writing by then, imagining all the scenarios i've thought of in my head. wondering if this will ever happen to me. i've longed, dreamed, and even hoped for this to happen to me. it would make my life worthwhile, and even make it better. life without love is a life that i do not want. writing made me escape the reality of life. i had finished about four pages while it was still dark out, hoping i could be able to tell what some of the words written were.
         from a distance, i saw this shadow and then it started getting closer and closer. you could imagine how terrified i was getting. my emotions were all over the place by now and i had lost my train of thought for the novel i was hoping i could write. i clutched my notebook close to my chest in fright of what was near me. i was actually terrified, and in that moment, i thought that i wouldn't make it. my breathing was really heavy and my heart started beating faster and faster. i really hated situations like these when i felt under attack and felt like it was the last breath i was gonna take. it make me so worried, but then i started praying that it was somebody nice and not someone who would hurt me, which was hard nowadays because people hurt you emotionally or physically a lot of the times.
      the shadow started getting closer and closer and i was huddled into a corner with my book bag and my notebook covering me. the shadow came closer and i made out a leather jacket and dark blue jeans that my family would never wear or allow me to wear. the person, who i assumed was a boy, stood still, only for a few seconds before making his way towards me again. a million thoughts raced through my mind. does he know me? how about my family? what is he going to do? he got closer and closer.
       i saw what looked to be a very handsome boy, looking, as i presume, around fifteen or sixteen. he hadn't seen me yet. he was wearing his blue levi jeans and a leather jacket over a simple white shirt, with black sneakers. he had black hair that was slicked back and he had light colored skin. he had hazel/green eyes that were beautiful, and lips that were neither thick or thin. he came a little closer and his eyes slightly widened and i realized that he saw me.
"dude it's just me." he said, probably not realizing that i didn't know him, or that he thought i was somebody else. i still didn't talk, scared of what he could do. strangers and i were never a good mix. he started walking closer and closer.
"aw crap you're not johnny!" he exclaimed, leaving me still confused because i don't know what i was supposed to do. i stayed put but took down my book bag and notebook, knowing he couldn't hurt me.
"what're you doing here? it's mine and johnny's secret hangout when we wanna escape the gang. nobody's allowed here except us" he stated kind of angrily,  and i still looked confused.
"well i'm sorry, i come here just about everyday early morning since it's summer and i've got nothing better to do. and i've never seen you or the johnny kid you're talking about here!" i said, hoping he would stop being so controlling of this area.
"oh ha-ha, i never really came here that early since johnny never wakes up early. we meet her everyday at ten thirty and just hang out here until the gang finds us. why're you here?" the boy asked me.
"i come here every morning to write, it's my safe space so to speak" I spoke out.
"what're you writing about?"
"well i don't really have a strong set idea, but it's about two lovers who are destined to be together but their paths are just too different" i said to him, hoping he wouldn't think my style of writing was lame.
"it's cool how you like writing, not to brag, but in my gang, i'm always the smartest" he said to me, and i could tell he was being honest to me, and not just saying it to impress me.
     "ha-ha, my parents always nag to everyone about me getting good grades in school but i hate when they do that" i said while laughing.
    "yeah, except my parents died in a car crash eight months ago" he told me, sadness laced in his voice.
    "i'm so sorry" i said to him," here, have an apple" i said and tossed it to him. he caught it in a swift motion, but let it go on accident, making us both laugh. he picked up the apple and wiped the dust on his white t-shirt, making it a cloudy grey color on the bottom right.
"it's okay, i'm learning to move on everyday" he told me, "but you should tell me your name"
     "jackie anderson" i said with a smile,"how about yours?"
    "ponyboy curtis" he replied, and i nearly choked on my spit,"hey wait, you're randy's younger sister!"
     "yes i am. and wait, that's your real name?!" i exclaimed. 
"yeah sure is, it even says so on my birth certificate." he said.
     "it's a cool name, better than jaqueline. that's why i go by jackie" i said while rolling my eyes, then both of us laughed.
"jackie. hmm, jackie anderson. where do i know that from?" he questioned me and i got worried.

authors note-figure out in chapter three why she got worried!