“It’s… Gonna be… A white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know.”
bạn sighed, chin on the edge of the back of the couch, staring out the window. giáng sinh Eve and no snow.
bạn scrunched your nose, annoyed at the weather.
“What’s wrong babe?” Ponyboy asks you, handing bạn a mug of hot chocolate.
“There’s no snow.” bạn whine, taking the hot Sô cô la from him.
“You look cute, all whiney and in your pjs.” He laughs.
“Well at least they have snowflakes on them. Toss me the marshmallows.”
He tosses bạn the bag. bạn open it sigh, and dump about half the bag in your mug.
“That’s alot….” Ponyboy says.
“It’s the only white giáng sinh I’m going to have.” bạn shrug.
“I don’t know… bạn might want to take a look outside.” He says smiling.
bạn turn around to see the flurries of snow just starting to fall.
bạn smile, hop off of the couch, and run to the door. bạn tug on your boots and throw on your coat. bạn fling the door open, and take a look up at the sky, and smile.
bạn run down the front walk way,laughing and spinning around, arms wide.
“It’s finally snowing!” bạn yell, laughing. And bạn fall to the ground, looking up at the sky.
Ponyboy comes out at lays on the ground tiếp theo to. “I’ve been dreaming,
Of a white Christmas.” He sings. He leans over to Kiss you. “Merry Christmas.”
bạn sighed, chin on the edge of the back of the couch, staring out the window. giáng sinh Eve and no snow.
bạn scrunched your nose, annoyed at the weather.
“What’s wrong babe?” Ponyboy asks you, handing bạn a mug of hot chocolate.
“There’s no snow.” bạn whine, taking the hot Sô cô la from him.
“You look cute, all whiney and in your pjs.” He laughs.
“Well at least they have snowflakes on them. Toss me the marshmallows.”
He tosses bạn the bag. bạn open it sigh, and dump about half the bag in your mug.
“That’s alot….” Ponyboy says.
“It’s the only white giáng sinh I’m going to have.” bạn shrug.
“I don’t know… bạn might want to take a look outside.” He says smiling.
bạn turn around to see the flurries of snow just starting to fall.
bạn smile, hop off of the couch, and run to the door. bạn tug on your boots and throw on your coat. bạn fling the door open, and take a look up at the sky, and smile.
bạn run down the front walk way,laughing and spinning around, arms wide.
“It’s finally snowing!” bạn yell, laughing. And bạn fall to the ground, looking up at the sky.
Ponyboy comes out at lays on the ground tiếp theo to. “I’ve been dreaming,
Of a white Christmas.” He sings. He leans over to Kiss you. “Merry Christmas.”
We saw a car going around the park. Uh-oh. It wasn't just any old car. It was Bob's car. "We should make a run for it." I đã đưa ý kiến to ngựa con, ngựa, pony "No we should stay." he đã đưa ý kiến back. Carli and I sat behind them staring at Bob and all the others. Carli đã đưa ý kiến to all of us. "Why can't Bob walk around the door instead of over it? What is it to much energy?" We all wanted to laugh,but, then they would be on to us. "You know what a greaser is? Whitetrash with long greasy hair." Bob said. We all got a sick feeling because that hurt all of us. Even though me and Carli only sneak a drop of it here and there... it still hirt us. Ponyboy đã đưa ý kiến "Oh ya well do bạn know what asoc is? "What" đã đưa ý kiến Bob "Whitetrash with mustangs and madras." Then he spit at them. Why ngựa con, ngựa, pony why? we all run as fast as we could. I guess it was not fast enough because tiếp theo thing I knew I was on the ground tiếp theo to Johnny and Carli. "Where is Pony?" I asked all shaky "Is he dead?" "No I'm all alright." Ponyboy said