"Christine! Hurry up!" shouted a middle-aged man as he and his wife walked inside the split-level house. The house was older in design; a front porch with white fencing, a white wooden door and a screen door before that.
I nodded, though I knew he couldnt see me. I shifted my weight to my crutch and grabbing as many bags as I could out of the trunk of our blue pick-up. I stumbled a bit at first, but after a while I got it.
Then I got to the steps. I stared at them.
"Do you need help?" I squeaked and almost fell, but someone caught me. I looked up and saw a boy with dirty blonde hair and dark eyes looking down at me. I yelped and quickly stood up, but crumpled to the ground after a second.
"Shoot, did I scare ya?" he asked, bending down to get a better look, at me, Im guessing. I shook my head no, but my body betrayed me as I started to shake.
"Sorry, man. Two-Bit aint gonna hurt ya," said another boy, more my age. His voice was more believable than the other's, Two-Bit he said. He had brown hair thick with grease and pretty green-gray eyes. My eyes darted from him, to Two-Bit and then to the boy who hadn't said anything.
I quickly moved to sit on my knee with my bad leg lying on the green grass. I brought my hands to my chest and began to sign, hoping he would understand. As I was signing my message, I was watching him for a reaction. I was trying to say that help would be nice, since I couldnt do much with my leg.
As I was signing to him, the boy looked shocked. He was frantically looking at me, and my hands. I guess he was wondering why him. His black eyes showed how confused he was. Once I saw that, my signing slowed to a stop. My blue eyes looked sadly into his black ones for a moment before I looked away.
"Hey! Whats taking so long?!" shouted a female voice that was accompanied by footsteps on the wooden floor. I flinched and looked toward the front door. My Ma, a middle-aged woman with ratty brown hair and green eyes walked through the door wearing a long skirt and a Beatles band shirt. Her mood changed when she saw Two-Bit and the other two boys.
"And who are you three?" she asked sweetly with a false smile on her face. "I'm sorry if my impudent daughter was bugging you."
"Not at all. We were actually the ones bugging her," said Two-Bit with a false grin. "By the way, I'm Two-Bit Mathews."
"And I'm Ponyboy Curtis and this is Johnny Cade," answered the other boy.
"Ponyboy, huh?"
"Yes, ma'am." Ponyboy sounded very proud of his name.
"That is, indeed, a very original name." My Ma smirked and ran her fingers through her brown hair.
"Well, my father was a very original person," answered Ponyboy. He was trying to smile, but my mother made it hard. It was obvious she thought his name was ridiculous. She turned to me.
"And why are you just sitting there like a lump? Hurry up and unload the truck!" Her voice was filled with venom. I grabbed my crutch and scrambled to my feet. I would have fell again, if Ponyboy hadnt caught me.
"Whoa, now," he said, helping me steady myself. I gave him a quick smile before I grabbed the bags and tried to get up the stairs.
"Don't you think you are being a bit hard on the poor girl?" asked Two-Bit.
"Nah. She gets what she deserves." My Ma, said as she watched me struggle up the stairs. I did my best to get up them, and after a couple minutes I got it. I placed the bags down in the entryway and hobbled out the door to grab more.
As I made my way, slowly down the sidewalk, Two-Bit stopped me. "No, way. You're going to hurt yourself. You go inside and sit down or sit out here." I looked up at him. And since he was bigger then me, I listened. I looked at my Ma who was glaring harshly at me and I decided not to go into the house. I hobbled over to the wired fence and fallowed it to the grass, laying my crutch down beside me and my legs stuck out to the side.
"Johnny, go sit with her. Me and Pony'll get the bags," Two-Bit waved toward me and I saw Johnny look at me. Our eyes connected, but I looked away quickly. I heard him walked toward me, but he didnt sit down. Looking up at him, I saw him watching Ponyboy and Two-Bit carrying in my bag and more of my parents bags. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out a small notepad and I always have a pen taped on my crutch. I quickly scribbled something on the paper, my handwriting aint too good. I wrote, 'Sorry about before. I thought, since you didnt talk you knew sign language. I'm very sorry I scared you, really I am.' Then, I got Johnny's attention the only way I could: I tugged at his jeans. He looked down at me, with the same expression before when I tried signing. He saw the notebook I held up to him and he read it.
"I-it's ok, Johnny said. His voice was light and soft, but it displayed how nervous he was. He handed me back my notebook, and I fingered it, trying to think of what to do next.
"So, You dont talk?" asked a deep voice from behind us. Both me and Johnny almost jumped out of our skin. I heard Ponyboy say, "Glory, Two-Bit! Scare em to death!" with a bit of laugher in his voice. Clutching my shirt, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart, and nodded, affirming Two-Bit's previous statement.
"Why?" he asked. I shook my head no. I scribbled, 'sorry', tugged at Johnny's jeans again and pointed to Two-Bit when he looked at me. Johnny took the notebook and handed it to Two-Bit. He grinned widely, "nah, it's nothin'", then propped my notebook on my head. I smiled and took it back. "So, what are ya doin later, little girl?" he asked. I noticed Ponyboy and Johnny giving him a look. I scribbled, 'nothing. Why?' on the notebook that was now covered in my sentences. "Wonderin' if ya wanted to come on over to Pony's place later and meet the gang." 'Gang?'
....
alright, that's it for now. How'd you like it?
it was good! please continue!
It was ok
awful, just awful
I'm glad you like it! I'll continue ASAP
well, I hope you'll read if I continue
really? aw, that's too bad... I really worked hard writing this.
