Ponyboy Monologue
3.92 and 3.68= 3.71 cumulative GPA
3.85 + 3.7
85% on math test if 78.0% in class.
90% on test if 77% in class.
No lower than 74.9% in class
Two ounces = 3/4 cup cocoa
12/28
A/N: Long time no see guys! I'm so excited to be back. This story is going to have pretty quick updates because it's all written out, and I'm so excited to bring it to you guys. After taking time to mature and work on my writing, I hope this will be my best story yet.
Enough rambling. Enjoy!
Ponyboy's POV
There was a reason Darry hated cigarettes.
A star on the football team since he was young, people thought he was just a health fanatic, against risking what he had going, but it wasn't. Not really. It was about what it did to people. What the smell of smoke did to Sodapop and I. About …show more content…
Boys, I think we need to teach this piece of greaser trash a lesson," another Soc growled, so close to my face I could smell the suffocating stench of chew tobacco on his breath.
Not. Good.
The blow to my jaw came out of nowhere. The fight was on.
I aimed for the smallest Soc's nose, and when I made contact blood poured out in a steady stream of red as he cursed. He looked to be about fourteen, while the rest were at least seniors, so that got him distracted for a minute. Before I could throw another punch I felt a knee in my stomach and I thought I might puke. When I leaned forward with my hand on my stomach, I felt hits all over the back of my head and my head face. I tried to block, but I was getting real dizzy.
"Hey!" A familiar gruff voice yelled. When the Socs began to scatter, I let out a sigh of relief. When my vision cleared I saw a partially blurry image of Curly tucking a knife away. Thank the stars above for Curly and his ever reliable, threatening switchblade.
"What's up, Curtis?" Curly's words weren't slurring yet, but he had obviously had a few already, despite the early time. I laughed, feeling nothing but elation and relief.
"Hey, Curly," I
3.85 + 3.7
85% on math test if 78.0% in class.
90% on test if 77% in class.
No lower than 74.9% in class
Two ounces = 3/4 cup cocoa
12/28
A/N: Long time no see guys! I'm so excited to be back. This story is going to have pretty quick updates because it's all written out, and I'm so excited to bring it to you guys. After taking time to mature and work on my writing, I hope this will be my best story yet.
Enough rambling. Enjoy!
Ponyboy's POV
There was a reason Darry hated cigarettes.
A star on the football team since he was young, people thought he was just a health fanatic, against risking what he had going, but it wasn't. Not really. It was about what it did to people. What the smell of smoke did to Sodapop and I. About …show more content…
Boys, I think we need to teach this piece of greaser trash a lesson," another Soc growled, so close to my face I could smell the suffocating stench of chew tobacco on his breath.
Not. Good.
The blow to my jaw came out of nowhere. The fight was on.
I aimed for the smallest Soc's nose, and when I made contact blood poured out in a steady stream of red as he cursed. He looked to be about fourteen, while the rest were at least seniors, so that got him distracted for a minute. Before I could throw another punch I felt a knee in my stomach and I thought I might puke. When I leaned forward with my hand on my stomach, I felt hits all over the back of my head and my head face. I tried to block, but I was getting real dizzy.
"Hey!" A familiar gruff voice yelled. When the Socs began to scatter, I let out a sigh of relief. When my vision cleared I saw a partially blurry image of Curly tucking a knife away. Thank the stars above for Curly and his ever reliable, threatening switchblade.
"What's up, Curtis?" Curly's words weren't slurring yet, but he had obviously had a few already, despite the early time. I laughed, feeling nothing but elation and relief.
"Hey, Curly," I