C Thomas Howell Ponyboy Curtis Novels & Stories

"Why is that?" She looked at the door, then back at Harry. "After his best friend was killed by a group of bullies in his first year of Junior High, Thomas totally lost his temper with literally everyone. People called him a geek at school, but he didn't give a damn. When he walked through the cover doors, everyone went mute.

He had matured. She didn't know whether to call it fortune or misfortune. "Well said, Theo!" A voice came from the doorway. Thomas had just returned from lunch. At the sight of him, Theo's eyes lit up. "Thomas!" Smiling, Thomas walked over and bent slightly toward Theo. "Theo, do you have classes this afternoon? If not, I will take you shooting." The boy's face lit up with excitement. "I'm free today!" The moment Thomas appeared, Carter's brows knitted into a deep frown. "Why are you still here?"

he said as he actually walked over to my principal and shook his hands. “Not a problem, Thomas.” Mr. Jones looked at me and Annabeth both. “This is Thomas; he is a therapist for those with family troubles. I looked him up today, and he came up highly recommended. I figured you three could get to know each other very well,” he said satisfied. Stunned, I looked at Thomas, then I looked over at my sister. It seemed almost as if she did too! “This is Tammy, our most troubled student by far and her sister Annabeth,” Mr. Jones said to Thomas.

“I was in my bedroom, and I heard everything. I collected all the money from all the hiding places I’d stashed it – in my school bag, in my socks, buried in the backyard – but by the time I’d found it all and went to their room to give it back to him, it was all over.” “She – your mother…” “Yeah. He’d lost control, totally. She was dead.” “I’m sorry.” Tessa’s heart was breaking for him. “I’m sorry, babe.” “So he went to jail for eight years,” Curtis said, not able to talk about his Mom for one second longer. “And I moved in with my aunt and uncle. Stayed in school, just barely, started boxing. Got good enough to fight for money, so I did that for a while, but then I enlisted.” He ran his fin

“We think he was in some sort of accident on the road. He was all beat up when I found him.” Everly and I both fawn over him for a minute before we move onto the next stall, housing a scrawny bay pony. “This is Thor, and what he lacks in height he makes up for in attitude,” Kim goes on. “He was left in a pasture for months and months before animal control finally did something about it. The story I got was he was purchased for grandkids who lost interest and they “kind of forgot” they had him.” “I hate people,” I sigh. “How do you forget you have a pony?”

There was nothing to be nervous about. "Let's get you another one of those," the Hispanic man said and signaled to the bartender. We began chatting as I sipped on another glass of alcohol. The man sitting on my left was a tall, thin black man named Curtis. He had gone to Columbia and was now an accountant by day. He was clearly very intelligent and witty, and confident in himself. On my right was Greg, who had gone to BYU as a baseball player and become a Mormon missionary before leaving and finding a new life as a high-school gym teacher. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved.

Stephen kept his sharp, cold eyes trained on Curtis. The latter didn't cower in fear at all. Instead, he met Stephen's gaze impatiently. "Sir, what do you want from me? I'm just a regular worker here. You've wasted a minute of my working hours. I won't be able to clock out on time later thanks to you." It was then that Stephen averted his gaze. "I heard that you're quite close to Conan." "Oh, you must be talking about that idiot." Curtis explained nonchalantly, "He's richer than the other kids, not to mention more gullible as well. I tend to ask for pocket money whenever I feel like it, if you get what I mean."

I needed to have a little word with Carter about the stunt he pulled today. It doesn’t take long before their group makes an appearance. Western High School’s PB (short for Pretty Boys) was made up of four members: the handsome playboy (incubus) Kevin, the sports guy (ghoul) Ashton, the genius Walter (werewolf), and the most popular guy in school, Carter (vampire). Those four jerks were the dream and nightmare of every human girl in school. Girls both loved and feared them at the same time. All girls, but not me.

Robert nodded as he added, "Yeah, now that he knows how much he loves it, a good little fuckboy like him is going to need to suck our hard cocks every chance he has to make up for all the years of his life that he's wasted thinking he wanted girls. Poor fuckboy should have known that he loved a hard cock." Thomas looked down at me with sympathy on his face as he added, "Yes, our fuckboy was missing a hard cock in his mouth and ass, without ever knowing it. But now he can get all the hard cock that he can right here. It's a good thing he came to our door."

Name: Celina Joy Thomas DOB: 08/01/1991 Age: 24 Height: 5'7" Current Address: Information unknown Personal Information: Graduated Summa Cum Laude, State College, 2014 Current Employment: Information unknown Previous Employment: Thrifty Joe's Books and Music, Tempe (6 years) Parents: Alyce Rose and Charles Robert Thomas Mother: Works part time for U-Tote-Them Residential Address: 2601 East Caron Drive, Phoenix Father Current Residence: Desert Meadows In-Patient Care Facility *note: Father being transferred to a hospice facility within the next week Sibling(s): Brother - Lee Robert Thomas Residential Address: Information unknown *note: Brother has gang affiliation with Desert Crow MC (NFIA) *n