We had to do 6 book reports on one book and a huge writing portfolio in my L. A. class last year. We were able to put one of the 6 book reports in our portfolio since they were both due around the same time. I did "Rumble Fish" for my reports and one of the choices was to make a spin-off. If you ever read any of Hinton's books (minus "Taming the Star Runner") you know that she uses 1st person point of view in her writing. So I thought it would be fun to do a scene in a different character's P. O. V. I used Rusty-James' best friend Steve during this scene.The part is about them going downtown and things. I got 100% on this and I'm pretty proud of this piece. So here we go:
Lately a lot of things are
happening to me and Rusty-James. My mom is in the hospital and my father is
running up my butt. Rusty-James recently got expelled from school for arriving
during the afternoon and his girlfriend, Patty broke up with him. He invited me
to go downtown across the bridge with him and his older-brother-whose-real-
name-nobody-can-remember but we call him “The Motorcycle Boy”. I’m planning to
go and we’re going to forget our worries for a night and have fun!
I
met Rusty- James and the Motorcycle Boy at their house. My parents don’t even
know them and they’ve never been over to my house. I know that my parents would
lose it if they found out I’m friends with a hood.
As we went across the bridge,
Rusty-James offered me a drink. I was always at him for stealing his dad’s
liquor and for drinking at a young age. He’s also been at me for years to get
me to drink and I thought, tonight, I’m
gonna take a sip of liquor and enjoy myself. I took my first sip, I started
to gag, but I did swallow it. It tasted
AWFUL. Rusty-James told me that I shouldn’t worry about the taste and it’ll get
me there. I definitely knew I needed to chew mint gum before I go home so my
father wouldn’t find out that I was drinking alcohol.
The
city was bright with flashy lights, signs and people. Rusty-James was enjoying
it. It was nice to see him happy for a change. I decided to take another sip
from his bottle and for the first time in forever, I talked to the Motorcycle
Boy. I must’ve been starting to get drunk or the alcohol was making me
talkative.
Then
we went to go see a movie. It appeared that the movie we wanted to see was
rated R but it looked really interesting from just looking at the
advertisements. At the moment I thought
we couldn’t go watch it, the Motorcycle Boy comes to us with the tickets. He
actually bought them for us. The ticket seller must’ve been crazy to sell them
to him but still, everybody knows the Motorcycle Boy in this city for stealing
motorcycles, getting into fights and being a hard-core pool player. You would
not want to mess with him.
We
went into the theatre and found seats to watch the movie. I didn’t realize
until Rust-James told me that the movie was a “skin flick”. I’d never seen one
until that moment. It was the most shocking thing I ever saw. I tried looking
at the audience like what the Motorcycle Boy was doing but Rusty-James was
constantly poking me and telling me to watch the movie. I then decided to
excuse myself to use the john. I ran out of the theatre and some guy asked me
if I liked the movie. I can’t remember my response was but I probably lost it
because the next thing I knew, I was outside the theatre sitting against a wall
and I was a little drunk or that’s what I thought I was for my actions and that
I was also talking to myself. After a while, Rusty-James and the Motorcycle Boy
found me, and then gave me the bottle of liquor, and we went off to do more
things downtown.
I
can’t quite remember what we did for a quarter of the night because I was drunk
from drinking out of that bottle and other liquors. But I know that there were
fights, picking up women, annoying people, throwing up from drinking, emotional
outbursts and partying. I also made out with this thirteen year old chick. I
was really thinking that I was dreaming this because she was so beautiful and
was a really good kisser. I could hear Rusty-James saying “Way to go, man,” in
the background. Boy did I felt proud of myself and a little terrified from
doing that.
Boy
were we having one heck of a night downtown. It was probably the most fun I had
in years. I can admit I could be a little cautious and a complete smarty pants
sometimes, but that night I let that go and that might have been the alcohol
doing it. This would be a night we would always remember for the rest of our
lives. We later found ourselves at Benny’s watching the Motorcycle Boy play
pool with a bunch of guys. We sat at this worn out booth just watching. Well, I
couldn’t say I was completely watching, I was also carving a word on the table
and wanting more wine. Later, the Motorcycle Boy left and we didn’t notice. So
we left Benny’s to go find him. He always left without telling us and we’ve been
trying to follow him all night.
We
walked down the street and looked around. Then we went through an alley and two
characters came out from the dark. One of them had a tool that you would use to
take off a tire. I knew that we were screwed. I started to panic inside of me
and my body couldn’t move a muscle. These were guys I wouldn’t want to mess
with. I knew that they will not leave and one way or another, they would attack
us. We were going to die.
Rusty-James
told them to go away and the next thing happened was he got clubbed in the head
with the tool. I watched him tumble to the ground with blood pouring out of his
head. I knew for a second I would be next. The person who clubbed him turned to
me and replied to the other person “Killed him. Better get this one too.”
Right when I thought this was the
end of my life, I started to cry and scream. Then out of nowhere, the
Motorcycle Boy came to the rescue. He started to thrash on the 2 guys and I
decided to scream to him that they killed Rusty-James. The two guys ran away
after a while. The Motorcycle Boy and I sat down against a wall and leaned
Rusty-James’ quiet body to the Motorcycle Boy’s shoulder. I sounded like a
broken record constantly crying “They killed him!” and the Motorcycle Boy kept
replying “He ain’t dead.” Good news, Rusty-James wasn’t dead. That was the most
emotional thing that happened to me that night. After Rusty-James remained
conscious, we decided to take him home because his head didn’t look good. It
was bloody and the gash was deep.
That
was the end for our night downtown. When
I got home, my father was furious for a number of reasons. One, I forgot to
chew gum before coming home because I was too drunk to remember. Two, I was
drunk. Three, I came home past my curfew and four; I had makeup from the chick
on my shirt. He hit me repeatedly in the face. I knew that he didn’t mean to do
that because he was just worried about me and with mom being in the hospital
brought him more stress. It was the weirdest night I ever had dealing with so
many types of emotions and choices.
Yep, that will
be a night I will never forget.
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