The Softball diaries.

This is war! Nolee's piont of view.

*~Nolee's Point of View~*

Everyone is sitting in the Curtis' house, waiting for the rumble to beginning. We're all excited to go out and fight the Socs. for victory and payback. Well, everyone, except Annie.

"Because I don't want to go," Annie said. I rolled my eyes at her and stared at her with a mad face. "Stop scaring me!" Annie huddled close to Johnny.

I looked at her madly confused. "How am I scarin' y'all?"

Annie started to panic. "Because of the way you look right now!!!" She buried her face into Johnny's chest.

I thought about the way I dressed for tonight. I had my hair in a side braid with stands of hair falling on both sides of my head. I had a skin-tight, black Mickey Mouse shirt with no sleeves, kind of like Keith, or Two-Bit, had on. I wore dark blue skinny jeans with some holes in them. I wore a pair of black converse. I had a little bit of makeup with heavy eyeliner. Maybe that's what scared her?

"Baby..." I said to Annie in an angry tone. I didn't want her to ruin my good mood for the rumble. I was pumped for it! Soda had came over from talking to his best friend, Steve.

Soda came up from behind me, grabbed me by the waist, and pecked my cheek. "You ready for this?" he asked me. I gave an evil smile and nodded my head. Soda looked at the time. It said 7:45. He turned back to me with a wide grin. "Okay then! Let's DO this, guys!"

Everyone in the room, except Annie, shouted, "YEAAA!"

We all headed out the door doing flips, cartwheels, and handstands. Soda then let me jump on his back for a piggy-back ride. We were all laughing as we headed to the lot. We were ready for this!

As we arrived, the Socs. started to come, too. Man, do I hate those Socs. The only thing I was worried about was them finding out I was a greaser. I was "supposed" to be on their side. Like I said before, I never told anyone I was really a greaser. Well, that and Emma. She looked as nervous as a lost puppy in a large crowd. I felt bad for her. I wasn't really worried one bit. Only thing was the greaser/Socs. thing about me.

All of a sudden, Randy comes up to me with a confused, frustrated look on his face. He was my best friend. I don't know what to do. "Nolee, what are you doing with these bums?"

I gave him a disgusted look. "They're not bums. They're family to me. They're better than what you were."

Randy clenched his fist. Everyone was starring at us. I could sense that they were. Everyone calls me the psychic one because I can predict things. And at this moment, I sensed that Randy would start the fight.

He said, in an angry tone, "Have you seen 'The Little Traitor Gets a Punch'?"

I looked at him angrily confused. "Randy, what the heck does that have to-" Randy then punches me in the face. I fall to the ground with my face bleeding. He was wearing a bunch of rings on his hand.

I felt cuts all over my face. I winced harshly at the pain. I heard Soda's voice yell in the distance. "NOLEE!!"

Suddenly, everyone went wild. The rumble had started. I got back up with the most angry look on my face. I clenched my fists so tight. Then, I rammed Randy right back in the face. He went flying backwards and held his face with his hands. I got ahold of his shirt and pulled him close to my face. "Never.. Mess.. With.. A greaser..," I whispered in his ear, gasping for breath. I quickly kneed him in the stomach, leaving Randy fall on the floor, and ran away to find Soda.

Soda was attacking some guy with Steve. "Aw, he looks so cute beating people up," I muttered to myself, smiling. Then, out of nowhere, I was punched in the face by a tall, muscular guy. I was knocked hard to the ground. I couldn't move at all. The muscular guy then left, grinning, leaving me on the ground.

Out of the corner of my half-closed eyes, I saw Soda finish beating the tar out of the same guy he was beating with Steve. He then looked at me with huge, frightened eyes. "NOLEE!!" he screamed while running towards me. When he reached me, he quickly knelt down next to me. "Oh my god!! Are you okay, sweetie?!" Soda lifted my head an inch of the ground with his hand. He was bawling his eyes out.

I whispered with the breath I had, "I...... Can...... Barely...... Breathe......" I tried to breathe, but I just couldn't. Soda bent down and cried into my chest.

Then, still laying on the ground, I faintly heard a few familiar voices. "B-b-back away, Bob!"

"What makes you think I'm going to listen to my little sister? Annie, you deal with the chick here! I'm done here!" I then heard Bob leave.

Annie is Bob's little sister. They never argued before. I know that because since no one knows I'm a greaser, I just hungout with them.

Annie started to cry. She yelled at Bob, "Sh-she's a Soc., you jerk! I hate you! Y-You're the worst brother, e-ever!"

I heard Annie kneel down in a little pile of leaves. "Emma! Emma! Wake up! You won!" she said still crying.

I heard Emma quietly say, "Shh. Nolee, please don't shout my name."

I was confused. She thought Annie was me? But.. But how? I'm here with Soda, injured on the ground.

Then, I heard that some guy named Kendal having a conversation with Emma. From what I could barely see, Emma looked like she couldn't tell the difference between me and Annie. She thought it was still me.

From the beatings I took not too long ago, I couldn't stay awake much longer. Soda then got off my chest and said, "I-it's okay, Nolee. I'm takin' you back to my h-house so I can h-heal your cuts." I slightly shook my head yes at him.

Soda picked me up and started carrying me to his house. He said everyone was going out to eat for a celebration, except for us two only. I then feel so weak that I didn't know if I passed out yet or not. I then heard Annie scream, "Emma!" I wonder what happened, but I was way too weak to ask. "Pony! We have to take her to the hospital!"

I looked at Soda who looked down back at me. "You'll be okay, hun." I nodded my head. Then, I passed out in Soda's arms.

A/N

Again a huge thanks to nolee!!