stand by me

chapter four

^^^play the song while you read^^^

~Gordie's pov~
I wish I could've shared the same energy as my friends, but you see, at home, I had become the invisible boy.
~At Gordie's house~
"Mom! Do you know where my canteen is? I shouted from my window. My mother and father were in the lawn. My dad was gardening and my mom was hanging clothes to dry.
She ignored me. "Mom!" I shouted again. "It's in Denny's room," my father told me.
My older brother Dennis, had been killed in a jeep accident. Four months had passed and my parents still weren't able to put the pieces back together.
I walked into Denny's room. I was immediately greeted with multiple pictures of him. I opened the closet door and there was the canteen. I picked it up and a memory struck my mind.
"Hey Gordie, I got something for you," Dennis said to me. "This my friend, is for you!" Denny said as he stuck a hat on my head. "Denny, this is your yankee cap," I said, not wanting to take it. "No no, this is your yankee cap. It's a good luck cap. You wear that hat, you know how many fish we're gonna catch?" He asked me. "How much?" I asked back smiling. "A zillion, and it looks good on you just like that!" he exclaimed as he pushed the hat down making me not be able to see. I looked around as I said, "Hey! Mom I'm going blind!" "Don't start that with me porcupine!" Denny said as he gave me a big hug. We were so close.
A sharp voice brought me out of my memory. "You found it," it said. I looked up to see my dad standing at the door. "Yeah," I said back quietly. I stepped out of the room with the yankee cap Denny had given me.
"Why can't you have friends like Denny's?" My father asked as I was halfway down the hall. "Dad, they're ok," I said, defending my friends. "Sure they are! A thief, two feebs, and a girl!" He said back to me. "Chris isn't a thief!" I told him sternly. "He stood the milk money at school. That's a thief in my book," He said under his breath as he walked off.

~Chris's pov~
I stood at my door, preparing my self for what would await me inside. I took a deep breath in and opened the door.
My father was asleep, thankfully. I stood over his snoring body for a moment and then walked into my room to get my canteen and pack my stuff. I grabbed my sleeping back and filled up my canteen. I slung my sleeping back over my chest and walked back into the living room. Their was a pack of cigarettes and some change sitting on the TV so I grabbed that too and stuffed it in my sleeping bag and then set off.

~Teddy's pov~
I walked in my door without hesitation and strutted to my room. I started to pack my stuff along with some change I had been saving up. As I was packing, I started to sing without even knowing it. "Have gun will travel reads the card of a man. A knight without armor in a savage land. His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind. A soldier a fortune is a man called, Paladin." Before I knew it, I was done packing and out the door.

~Vern's pov~
I went to my room and packed my things. I hadn't found my pennies yet so I grabbed a little bit of change from my piggy bank. I thought that if we did get on TV, we needed to look good, so I stuffed a comb in my breast pocket. I walked out of my room and as I was just about to walk out the door, my mom asked, "Aren't you going to eat first, sweety?" "Uh sure mom," I told her. She had food already prepared for me on the table so I sat down and ate it very quickly. "Ok mom, bye!" I said as I got up.
"Hold on sweetie, did you eat your lima beans?" She asked me as she was watching TV. I sat down slowly and picked up the plate with lima beans and tossed the beans out the window. "Yes," I lied and walked out the door without looking back.

~Y/N's pov~
I stood outside my house hoping that my father wasn't home. I opened the door and walked in. I was greeted by a voice that screamed at me saying, "Where have you been you little slut? Probably fucking around with those boys!" It was my father.
I had gotten somewhat used to this sorta thing. He said these things all the time and was always drunk. He had started acting like this ever since my mom died.
I really wasn't in the mood so I ran upstairs to my room. I heard a loud bang behind me and looked back to see that my dad had fell trying to walk upstairs. I didn't really care. I guess you could say I was sorta relieved.
I walked into my room and packed my stuff along with the 2 dollars I had saving up. I figured we might need some money. I walked up to my window and slid it open. As I was about to jump out onto the tree, I heard my door slam open. "Where do you think you're going?" A booming voice asked me. Before he knew it, I was outside running on the road. I heard him yelling somethings back at me but I couldn't quite make out what it was and really I didn't care.