Creative Writing: Wait The Hook Is Still On The Grounds

Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

“What’s the problem? I don’t agree with it, but nobody’s going to be hurt because of it.”

My feet are aching like hell, but I still have strength left in my body. “Do it for Shane” I say to myself. “Do it for Shane.” I slashed him on the forehead with my finger nails as fast as I could, hoping that he would drop me; and he did. I got up as fast as I could hobbling away, crawling actually sounded better.

He stepped into the headlight of my car as a ground-shaking BOOM following a massive burst of light shook the earth.

He taps his giant purple bruise on the side of his forehead, walking towards me. “Alive, considering you risked your life to save me.”

“You cannot do this for your plan would throw everything off balance and cause so many issues for anyone to handle!” Chionothyella yells at him,

“He’s stable. He lost a lot of blood, which is why he lost consciousness. The bullet didn’t cause any major damage and was simple to take out. He’s going to be fine.” Dr. Blake informed. “He’s awake and you may go see him. He’s in room 14.”

"It's okay, will put you on antibiotics, until your wounds fully heal, okay?" My aunt asks him.

“Okay, there’s a small object in your foot near the bone, but doesn’t look like it did any damage to the bone. So, I have to go in there and remove it, and you’ll be fine.”

"No, Sweetheart. I could never really be mad at you. There was no way I would allow you to take out this boat by

“I’m going to need a full report on his wounds and injuries. Also, I’ll need to speak with him as soon as possible.”

"AAAUGH!!" Maxie cried out, unable to steel himself quickly enough. Dignity first, he clasped his hand over his mouth and quickly looked around for any possible witnesses to his undignified scream. Satisfied when he met no trainer's eyes, Maxie lifted his boot to survey the damage... and whatever had struck his

“Bad wiring. I could see that,” I state and then I gesture to Vic. “Help me get him to his feet. We need to stop that cut from bleeding.”

““No, you can’t kill yourself, “I say. I’m on my knees, desperately plastering the bandage back onto his wound. “Katniss, “he says.