Ponyboy Curtis

You were Nawawala in the sea of unfamiliar people, in the long gray hallway, lined with the ugly lockers.

So far, your first araw at your new school wasn’t going so well.

You felt your body slam into the cold, metal locker. Your books fell to the floor with a thud.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” You hear a boys voice say. “Let me… “He locks eyes with you. “…help you.” He finally finishes.

The kampanilya rings, and the flood of kids seem to have disappeared.

“Thanks,” you say, feeling the heat of your cheeks. “You’re going to be late.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” he shrugs. He leans down to...

Ponyboy’s Perspective

“It’s just gonna be like falling asleep, right?” (Y/N) sniffles from my lap, head resting on my shoulder.

“Yeah.” I manage to say. “But a lot better. You’re gonna be happy forever.” I say quietly.

The doctors couldn’t do anything madami for her. They told me to take her home, she’d be madami comfortable that way.

“I’m gonna miss you.” She whispers.

“Not as much as I’m going to miss you,” I say, hand brushing through her hair.

We were sitting on the back porch, just as the sun was setting.

“I’ll wait for you, you know.” She says, managing...

Both of the teachers came over with a confused look on there faces. "Ponyboy Curtis!" "Y/N L/N!" The two of you pulled away to see both your teachers mad. "Come to my classroom" Pony's teacher said. One teacher was in front, and the other was in back. You walked to Pony's teachers classroom. "Sit down" he sinabi and pointed to two seats. He sat on tuktok of the mesa in front of you two. Your teacher stood up sa pamamagitan ng Pony's teacher. "You do relies you can't do that in class?" "We'll if we could we wouldn't be here right now" you sinabi and rolled your eyes. "Don't talk back young lady" Pony's teacher said....