Psychic

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Chapter 1:

Darry

We were all in the lot playing football. The teams were as follows: Pony, Johnny, myself and Two-Bit against Soda, Steve, and Dally. We were losing badly, too. It was 28-7 for them.

It was really dark, so we decided to have one last play. Steve had the ball, passed it to Dally, who threw it ahead to Soda. I ran as fast as I could toward him, and we collided really hard. I fell to the ground and got the wind knocked out of me. I glanced at Soda. His body was jerking around and his eyes were closed. "He's having a seizure!" Pony yelled. I got to my knees and peered down at Soda, it sure looked like he was having a seizure.

"Johnny, go call an ambulance. Pony, go with him."

"But, Darry," Pony protested, but he stopped talked when he saw the look I gave him. They ran off and returned just as Sodapop was coming to.

"The ambulance is coming." Johnny said.

"You okay, Pepsi-cola?" I asked. I felt really bad, like it was my fault he got hurt.

He slowly nodded, and closed his eyes, "Dar. I saw things."

I shared a look with Steve, "What kind of things?" he asked.

"Everything bad that's ever happened to Darry. I saw it all."

"Come on Soda, you must have hit your head." Dally said as he grabbed Soda's hand to help him up.

Soda immediately started shaking again, and his eyes rolled up to the back of his head. Dally dropped his hand right away. It took slightly less time for Soda to regain consciousness (if that's what it even was) this time.

By then the ambulance had come so we couldn't even talk to him. They loaded him up and told us to meet them at the hospital. A/N: Pretty stupid, I know. I like it, though. Please review and tell me what you think.