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Source: Dallas Tidwell
posted by TheOutsiders14
I fell down on my knees as my sister continued to kick and cuss at me. I had accidentally dropped a plate and my sister was furious. I tried to run away, but she grabbed me kwa my hoodie and swung me across the floor. At this point, enough was enough. Thank God she swung me near the door. I ran out the door as fast as I could until I was far away from my house. My parents had died when my sister turned 18, so she was my legal guardian. I ended up going to my inayopendelewa oak mti with a swing attached to it. As I sat on the swing, the sun shined and I felt the warmth on my face as I closed my eyes....
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I slowly maid my way into the local greaser hang out, I sat at the bar. I was new in town, and I didn't know anyone, I got a Dr. Pepper, and headed back out. I wasn't watching were I was going, and bumped into someone, I figured it was a Soc, so I jumped back up ready to fight.
"Watch it Soc!" I yelled, and the young boy I'd ran into stood.
"I ain't no Soc....Who are you?" He asked, I looked down. The boy looked about fourteen, and had dark brown-reddish hair, his eyes were green-gray. He wore a light blue kofia jacket, and blue jeans, he had a black ukanda on.
"I'm Babydoll Rose." I informed with...
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As wewe push, wewe see Soda sprint down the hallway past your room in his DX shirt, then do a double take and trip back into your hospital room.

“OUT! OUT! Sodapop Curtis wewe get the fuck outta this room right now au so help me we are never having anymore children. You’ll be lucky if wewe even get to have sex with me anymore!” wewe scream at him.

The look of pure fear crosses Soda’s face, and he bolts out of the room.

You see Ponyboy out of the corner of your eye biting his lip, trying not to laugh.

You hear Soda from the hall. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

“Oh shut the hell up I...
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Bam! wewe hit the ground with a thud.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls wewe up. wewe find his eyes, and wewe see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.

“It’s fine.” wewe blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” wewe say, brushing off your legs.

“Well if wewe did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”

“(Y/N).” wewe grin.

“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings wewe to the camp?”’

“I upendo the lake.”...
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 this is Ponyboy, Dally, and Johnny (in order from left to right) i accidentaly meet them at Dairy Hut when i go and get an ice cream!
this is Ponyboy, Dally, and Johnny (in order from left to right) i accidentaly meet them at Dairy Hut when i go and get an ice cream!
intro thingy--this is going to be set in modern times and it has somethin to do with literary physics (which isnt real...i think). if youve ever read The Vampire Stalker kwa Allison van Diepen then u will know wat i'm talkin bout. if wewe havent then READ THE BOOK. youll understand how most of this hapens. but literary physics is mostly like how...some authors write about other dimesions that they think r fake but r real which turn into their "fictional" books. and some "characters" kuvuka, msalaba over into the real world, which happens in The Vampire Stalker. its simple if u think about it :). but anyways...
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were lying on the jikoni floor, shaking, breathing heavily.

Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.

“Steve, are you…” wewe start, but are cut off with a slap.

“Shut up, bitch.”

wewe sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.

And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.

So here wewe were, lying on the jikoni floor.