yeah i'm an idiot but i;m so dang constapated with christmas spirit!


Soda's point of view

4:30 p.m.

"I'll be back in time for dinner." I called over my shoulder, as I shut the door behind me.

"Ok, hurry back!" Darry yelled from the kitchen.

Since Steve couldn't come over for Christmas this year. I thought it would be nice, if I baked him a cake for Christmas. So now I'm on my way to his house, with one of my famous homemade chocolate cakes. Ponyboy thinks I put too much sugar in the icing, but personally I think it needs even more. To me it tastes almost dietary.

I started on my way to the gate, and then I turned around because pony was sitting in the window, watching me leave. He waved to me. I waved back.

Suddenly I heard the sound of bells jingling loudly.

Then someone yelled. "WHA- HAA!"

I looked to the left and scream.

What looks like a giant sled, is falling out of the sky with a bunch of deer pulling. And it's coming right for me!

I was going to run, but it's already too late.

The last thing I remember hearing, is the sound of hooves in the snow.

The last thing I smelled was, the chocolate cake.

The last thing I tasted was blood.

The last thing I felt, was pain.

…..….…...

Ponyboy's point of view

4:30 p.m.

"I'll be back in time for dinner!" Soda shouted, as he shut the door behind him.

I ran and sat near the window, as I always do when soda leaves the house. I don't know why I do this; I guess I just like watching him leave.

"Ok, hurry back!" Darry yelled from the kitchen.

Soda was on his way to the gate, when all of a sudden he stopped and turned around.

I waved to him, and he waved back.

There are two sounds at once.

The sound of jingling bells,

And a shrill yell. "WHA- HAAA!

Suddenly a bunch of deer, that appear to be harnessed to a red sleigh, is falling out of the sky.

Santa?

And he's headed straight for soda!

I have to do something, but what?

I jump up off the floor, and run into the kitchen.

"DARRY!" I scream as loud as my voice would allow. Darry jumped about a foot off the floor. I startled him so bad he dropped the plate he was holding. Then he turned to face me and looked like he was going to punch my lights out.

"Ponyboy…" he said with an exasperated sigh "this had better be good!"

"D-Darry," I began, realizing that I may be five minutes from a mental hospital. "Soda got run over by a reindeer!"

Darry burst out laughing. Why is he laughing? Santa clause just ran over Sodapop with his sleigh, he could be hurt. Or dead.

I gasped in realization at the incredible odds. Soda could be dead.

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