"No! Don't shoot!" I screamed. Dally directed his attention to me as he was shot again. I made my way to him, but I heard another shot go off and I felt an excruciating pain through my left shoulder. Ever imagined what it would be like if someone came just in time to save Dallas Winston's life? This is the story of a Winston who just wanted to love. *NOTE: All characters in the story except for Amelia, the little Soc girl, the Soc boy at the drive-in, and the waitress are S.E. Hinton's.

He left me...i loved him...i still love him. Why wasn't i good enough? Why cant i ever amount to anything? What is wrong with me? Why does everybody tell me that good stay when all of the good things that happen to me end? Why am i different? I wish i knew all of these answers but i don't, i don't know how to go on. I'm sorry I'm broken. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you, for me, for anyone. Read more if you like it!! Subscribe.