The hearing was today. Soda, Pony and I got dressed up as best we could. It was pretty small. Only a few people, important people.
All of the Socs told the truth, no garbage about 'It wasn't our fault' or 'We were just playing drip drip drop."
The judge asked me and Soda about Dally. I told him that yes, Dally was a good friend of ours. no sense lying. It all went by pretty quick. I think the judge decided to let Pony and Soda stay with me. I guess maybe he was sympathetic towards us.
Now I have other things to worry about. Like Ponyboy's schooling. He's failing most of his classes, and he knows it.
His English teacher told him that he could get a C if he chose a good topic for the semester. I've been trying to get him to work work work. Of course, I can't push him too hard. After all he's gone through, I don't blame him for having a lack of motivation.
It's been weeks and weeks. Every time he writes down something, he eventually just starts on a new page with a different title. Will he ever get a topic?
We fought about this the other night. I should know better, after everything we've gone through, but I couldn't help myself. I want him to pass english, and I want him to do it well. We were in over our heads, getting back into the usual routine....trying to make Soda choose sides. I really should have known...he was quiet all day; unusual for Soda. Somewhere amidst the fighting, Soda just broke. He ran out of the door and down the street. Oh no, not again.
We chased him down, and found him crying.
Today he had received the letters he had written to Sandy, all of them; unopened.
He wants to go see her. He told me this when Ponyboy wasn't near. Soda doesn't care if the kid isn't his. He loves her. He's leaving.
He's coming back. But he's leaving.
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Ponyboy's been writing away. It seems like he's finally getting the hang of it now.
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Pony won't tell me what he is writing about, but I have a strong guess it's not about his trip to the Zoo.
He has been getting better, but everything that has happened this year has taken a lot out of everyone. For some, a best friend. For others, their life. No, things will never be the same. Will we try harder to succeed in our goals, so we rise above our greaser titles, so we don't drown in them forever? Heck yes.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that this is the end. Or is it?
I sure hope Soda is doing alright.
Toodlez!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Ponyboy is sick...I think I may need to get him a therapist
A few weeks later, someone knocked on the door. I opened it up, to reveal a Soc, though I didn't quite remember him. At least, he wasn't at the rumble.
"Hey..umm...Is Ponyboy here? My name's Randy..he knows me." He told me, occasionally glancing at the floor.
"Hold on for a second, I'll go see if he wants to come down?" I said, then dashed up the stairs to tell Ponyboy.
"You want to see him?" I asked.
"Yeah. Sure. Why not?" Ponyboy shrugged.
I payed close attention to the conversation from the other room. They talked about the hearing, and parents etc. etc. Then Randy started to talk about Johnny. Oh no. Ponyboy is convinced that he killed the Soc, no Johnny.
"Johnny is not dead. Johnny is not dead." Ponyboy repeated, his voice catching.
"hey, Randy, I think you'd better go now." I told him in a stern voice. Ponyboy is losing it.
"Sure...See you around Ponyboy." Randy said as he got up. I pulled him aside when we got close to the door.
"Don't ever say anything to him about johnny. He's still pretty racked up mentally and emotionally. The doctor said he'd get over it if we gave him some time.
And then I shut the door.
"Hey..umm...Is Ponyboy here? My name's Randy..he knows me." He told me, occasionally glancing at the floor.
"Hold on for a second, I'll go see if he wants to come down?" I said, then dashed up the stairs to tell Ponyboy.
"You want to see him?" I asked.
"Yeah. Sure. Why not?" Ponyboy shrugged.
I payed close attention to the conversation from the other room. They talked about the hearing, and parents etc. etc. Then Randy started to talk about Johnny. Oh no. Ponyboy is convinced that he killed the Soc, no Johnny.
"Johnny is not dead. Johnny is not dead." Ponyboy repeated, his voice catching.
"hey, Randy, I think you'd better go now." I told him in a stern voice. Ponyboy is losing it.
"Sure...See you around Ponyboy." Randy said as he got up. I pulled him aside when we got close to the door.
"Don't ever say anything to him about johnny. He's still pretty racked up mentally and emotionally. The doctor said he'd get over it if we gave him some time.
And then I shut the door.
Paperbacks and Mushroom Soup
Ponyboy and I continue to talk about what he could remember (and what he couldn't) about that night.
We were talking about the time he was in the hospital when I remembered something.
"Johnny left you his copy of Gone With the Wind. told the nurses he wanted you to have it." Johnny hadn't left anything for me, but he didn't have to. We'd made our marks on eachother's hearts, and that was enough.
Ponyboy regarded the small paperback book on his bedside table, but made no move to pick it up.
"Where's Soda?" he had asked me after a while. I told him that Soda was sleeping, but of course, as if on cue, Sodapop came bounding into the room. I swear sometimes I think his name is like a dog whistle to him. I caught Soda just in time, before he was about to jump on Pony.
They started conversing, so I went down to make Ponyboy some soup.
When I came back with the soup, I found Soda and Ponyboy
fast asleep.
We were talking about the time he was in the hospital when I remembered something.
"Johnny left you his copy of Gone With the Wind. told the nurses he wanted you to have it." Johnny hadn't left anything for me, but he didn't have to. We'd made our marks on eachother's hearts, and that was enough.
Ponyboy regarded the small paperback book on his bedside table, but made no move to pick it up.
"Where's Soda?" he had asked me after a while. I told him that Soda was sleeping, but of course, as if on cue, Sodapop came bounding into the room. I swear sometimes I think his name is like a dog whistle to him. I caught Soda just in time, before he was about to jump on Pony.
They started conversing, so I went down to make Ponyboy some soup.
When I came back with the soup, I found Soda and Ponyboy
fast asleep.
I Just Don't Know
I saw something go off in Ponyboy's eyes, after we began to talk more. Ah, I think he's finally figured it out. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. What is he thinking?
"Where'd I get a concussion?" he asked, seeming as though his mind was still elsewhere. "How long have I been asleep?"
I explained to him about how the day was Tuesday, and that he had been asleep and delirious since Saturday. I also told him how during the rumble a Soc kicked him in the head, resulting in Soda beating said Soc. hard.
"Don't you remember?" I asked him. Pony was slow to respond.
"No. Darry, I'm not ever going to be able to make up for the shcool I've missed. And I've still got to go to court and talk about Bob's getting killed. And now.....with Dally......Darry, do you think they'll split us up? Put me in a home or something?"
"I don't know, baby. I just don't know."
I just don't know.
"Where'd I get a concussion?" he asked, seeming as though his mind was still elsewhere. "How long have I been asleep?"
I explained to him about how the day was Tuesday, and that he had been asleep and delirious since Saturday. I also told him how during the rumble a Soc kicked him in the head, resulting in Soda beating said Soc. hard.
"Don't you remember?" I asked him. Pony was slow to respond.
"No. Darry, I'm not ever going to be able to make up for the shcool I've missed. And I've still got to go to court and talk about Bob's getting killed. And now.....with Dally......Darry, do you think they'll split us up? Put me in a home or something?"
"I don't know, baby. I just don't know."
I just don't know.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
HE'S AWAKE!
Ponyboy fainted after Dally was killed. Soda told me that Pony woke up once, but he told him to go back to sleep. Soda told me that he had asked if I was sorry he was sick.
After that I made sure I stationed myself by his bedside. I dragged the airchair up to the room he and Soda shared, and stayed there for most of the time; if he was going to wake up again, I wanted him to know that I was there.
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Finally, he's awake!
I must have dozed off, but he woke me up, thankfully.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Gosh, kid. You scared us half to death." I said, exasperated.
"What was the matter with me?" Ponyboy asked, his brow furrowing. Surely he remembered about Dally's suicide? Surely he would remember fainting....wouldn't he?
Shaking my head, explained, "I told you you were in no condition for a rumble. Exhaustion, shock, minor concussion-- and Two-Bit came around blubbering over here with some story about how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night."
After a silence, I continued in a slightly smaller voice "We all were."
After that I made sure I stationed myself by his bedside. I dragged the airchair up to the room he and Soda shared, and stayed there for most of the time; if he was going to wake up again, I wanted him to know that I was there.
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Finally, he's awake!
I must have dozed off, but he woke me up, thankfully.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Gosh, kid. You scared us half to death." I said, exasperated.
"What was the matter with me?" Ponyboy asked, his brow furrowing. Surely he remembered about Dally's suicide? Surely he would remember fainting....wouldn't he?
Shaking my head, explained, "I told you you were in no condition for a rumble. Exhaustion, shock, minor concussion-- and Two-Bit came around blubbering over here with some story about how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night."
After a silence, I continued in a slightly smaller voice "We all were."
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Stay Strong, Darry, Stay Strong
I have been reciting those words over and over in my mind. I can still hear Johnny's voice. I think it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I -
The phone is ringing, one second.
Why is this happening? One of my best friends (and more) just died, and I wasn't there for him, and now I have had to watch Dally being shot numerous times by the people he strove his whole life to bother. But of course it's not the cops' fault. Dally is smarter than that. No. Dally wanted to die.
He called from a payphone. When I answered, he told me that he had just robbed a grocery store, and that the cops were after him. I had a pretty good idea of what he had done, and why.
We were going to meet him at the lot. We were going to hide him. It seemed pretty ironic, seeing as he could always do things on his own, and how he had hidden Pony and Johnny. But now, there was no hiding for Dallas Winston.
We arrived just as the fuzz fired their first rounds into his body. I never thought I would have to watch that. One minute, a good friend is standing upright, another second passes, and he's dead before he hits the ground. And there's nothing me or anyone could have done. Maybe if we had been quicker.
I'm jealous, but I know I shouldn't be. It bothers me how Dally could just let go like that. I can't do that. I have Soda and Pony to look after. Soda, who is heartbroken, depressed, all because of Sandy. He tries to appear happy and carefree, but I know him. And Ponyboy, who just lost his best friend.
I want to let go. To not have to see anything anymore. Not hear anything. Not smell anything. Not think anything. Not feel anything.
I've gotten like this before. When mom and dad were....when they.....passed. That's the reason I was so hard on Ponyboy....I didn't want to get too attached.....didn't want him to get too attached to me. With Soda, it was already too late.
Again, I ask the question; Why am I still alive?
I -
The phone is ringing, one second.
Why is this happening? One of my best friends (and more) just died, and I wasn't there for him, and now I have had to watch Dally being shot numerous times by the people he strove his whole life to bother. But of course it's not the cops' fault. Dally is smarter than that. No. Dally wanted to die.
He called from a payphone. When I answered, he told me that he had just robbed a grocery store, and that the cops were after him. I had a pretty good idea of what he had done, and why.
We were going to meet him at the lot. We were going to hide him. It seemed pretty ironic, seeing as he could always do things on his own, and how he had hidden Pony and Johnny. But now, there was no hiding for Dallas Winston.
We arrived just as the fuzz fired their first rounds into his body. I never thought I would have to watch that. One minute, a good friend is standing upright, another second passes, and he's dead before he hits the ground. And there's nothing me or anyone could have done. Maybe if we had been quicker.
I'm jealous, but I know I shouldn't be. It bothers me how Dally could just let go like that. I can't do that. I have Soda and Pony to look after. Soda, who is heartbroken, depressed, all because of Sandy. He tries to appear happy and carefree, but I know him. And Ponyboy, who just lost his best friend.
I want to let go. To not have to see anything anymore. Not hear anything. Not smell anything. Not think anything. Not feel anything.
I've gotten like this before. When mom and dad were....when they.....passed. That's the reason I was so hard on Ponyboy....I didn't want to get too attached.....didn't want him to get too attached to me. With Soda, it was already too late.
Again, I ask the question; Why am I still alive?
NO! NO! NO! NO! NOT MY JOHNNYCAKES! WHY??
I knew as soon as Ponyboy came through the doorway what had happened, and since Dally wasn't with him, I could pretty much guess what had happened to Dally too.
Johnny is dead.
No. No. No.
This must all be just a sick joke. Maybe Johnny hinted at our secret...
Maybe this was just the guys' way of trying to get me to confess. No, no, no, no, no!
Why?? I've been trying to convince myself this would happen for the past while, so it would hurt less when the time came..but...it's worse than I ever imagined.
Why do people die? It's just not fair. Why aren't I dead? I've lived longer than Johnny, and my parents never beat me. Why is it fair that after all he's gone through, he should die?
I should be the one dead.
Johnny is dead.
No. No. No.
This must all be just a sick joke. Maybe Johnny hinted at our secret...
Maybe this was just the guys' way of trying to get me to confess. No, no, no, no, no!
Why?? I've been trying to convince myself this would happen for the past while, so it would hurt less when the time came..but...it's worse than I ever imagined.
Why do people die? It's just not fair. Why aren't I dead? I've lived longer than Johnny, and my parents never beat me. Why is it fair that after all he's gone through, he should die?
I should be the one dead.
Rumble Tumble Toil and....Bumble....
It is now after the rumble.
Ponyboy and Dally headed down to the hospital to see Johnny.
I really should have gone with them, but I'm needed here.
I was chosen to start the rumble, of course, due to my manly muscles.
And I faced Paul. PAUL! Hahahahahahahahaha. We used to play football together. It's kind of ironic how things turned out (dude, I was sooooo better than him at football)
But Paul hit me! Well, I guess it had to happen, in order to start the rumble. But I thumped him good.
The rumble went by fairly quickly. I tried hard not to get too messed up, and I made sure I beat them Socs into the ground.
I trusted Pony to be smart about who he chose to fight.
AND DALLY CAME! I knew he would want to come to the rumble. Nothing could have kept him away, even if he was in a wheelchair.
I'm tired, and I should probably tend to Steve's ribs a bit (I think maybe one or two of them may be broken, but hey, I'm no doctor.) and good lord, TwoBit did a number on his hand! The thing is busted open!
Ponyboy and Dally should be back soon, I'd better go.
Ciao.
Ponyboy and Dally headed down to the hospital to see Johnny.
I really should have gone with them, but I'm needed here.
I was chosen to start the rumble, of course, due to my manly muscles.
And I faced Paul. PAUL! Hahahahahahahahaha. We used to play football together. It's kind of ironic how things turned out (dude, I was sooooo better than him at football)
But Paul hit me! Well, I guess it had to happen, in order to start the rumble. But I thumped him good.
The rumble went by fairly quickly. I tried hard not to get too messed up, and I made sure I beat them Socs into the ground.
I trusted Pony to be smart about who he chose to fight.
AND DALLY CAME! I knew he would want to come to the rumble. Nothing could have kept him away, even if he was in a wheelchair.
I'm tired, and I should probably tend to Steve's ribs a bit (I think maybe one or two of them may be broken, but hey, I'm no doctor.) and good lord, TwoBit did a number on his hand! The thing is busted open!
Ponyboy and Dally should be back soon, I'd better go.
Ciao.
FlippyDoodle
Okay, My last blog was getting a wee bit too long, so I decided to start a new one.
H'okay ! So, from where I last left off, about my weak immune system when it comes to arguements in which Soda favours the opposition, after that, we started discussing Tim Shepard's gang. About how his little brother Curly wouldn't be there because he's a stupid little chicken nugget.
WHO WOULD NAME A CHILD CURLY?!?!?! AND I THOUGHT PONYBOY WAS AN IDIOTIC NAME!! I WAS ALL LIKE, DAD, WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU NAMING MY WEE BROTHER PONYBOY YO!!!!????
Sodapop sounds like a cute name though.....
I don't like my name; Darrel. I want to be Bartholomew. Or Abraham or something. Bah! No sense dwelling on things that cannot be changed.
Oh! I just made an excellent joke about Soda's brain being non-existent. He is quite 'mad' at me now. Time to show off a bit. I decided to do a somersault in the air off of the front steps. The others followed suit. Back a summer or two ago I took a class at the YMCA, that taught me how to do all of those crazy stunts, I then schooled the gang on the moves in case it would help them in the future.
"I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the fair name of our city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!" Soda bellowed loudly to the world. "Greaser..greaser..greaser...O victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten, no-count hood!" Steve came in second. Now was my turn.
"Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Get thee hence, white trash," Two bit said in his best impression of a Soc. "I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties." Ponyboy said his bit next, in a serious awestruck voice.
"And what do you do for fun?"
"I JUMP GREASERS!!!!!!" Two-Bit screamed with all the power in the world. I felt a sharp pang as I remembered that fateful night months ago when we found Johnny beaten to a pulp by the same greaser he had killed. That fiend deserved everything he got, and more. I thought to myself. No. No one deserves to die. Especially not Johnny. This world is cruel, tough. Maybe if we all thought like Dallas, we'd be better off. But wait. No. Dally isn't almighty. He loves Johnny too. Maybe not the way I do. But he still cares for him. Dally was almost in tears when he saw Johnny that night also. I was just awestruck. Dally was angry. Dally was devastated, I- My inner thoughts were interrupted, as we had reached our destination. Now, we had to wait.
H'okay ! So, from where I last left off, about my weak immune system when it comes to arguements in which Soda favours the opposition, after that, we started discussing Tim Shepard's gang. About how his little brother Curly wouldn't be there because he's a stupid little chicken nugget.
WHO WOULD NAME A CHILD CURLY?!?!?! AND I THOUGHT PONYBOY WAS AN IDIOTIC NAME!! I WAS ALL LIKE, DAD, WHY IN THE WORLD ARE YOU NAMING MY WEE BROTHER PONYBOY YO!!!!????
Sodapop sounds like a cute name though.....
I don't like my name; Darrel. I want to be Bartholomew. Or Abraham or something. Bah! No sense dwelling on things that cannot be changed.
Oh! I just made an excellent joke about Soda's brain being non-existent. He is quite 'mad' at me now. Time to show off a bit. I decided to do a somersault in the air off of the front steps. The others followed suit. Back a summer or two ago I took a class at the YMCA, that taught me how to do all of those crazy stunts, I then schooled the gang on the moves in case it would help them in the future.
"I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the fair name of our city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man, do I have fun!" Soda bellowed loudly to the world. "Greaser..greaser..greaser...O victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten, no-count hood!" Steve came in second. Now was my turn.
"Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Get thee hence, white trash," Two bit said in his best impression of a Soc. "I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties." Ponyboy said his bit next, in a serious awestruck voice.
"And what do you do for fun?"
"I JUMP GREASERS!!!!!!" Two-Bit screamed with all the power in the world. I felt a sharp pang as I remembered that fateful night months ago when we found Johnny beaten to a pulp by the same greaser he had killed. That fiend deserved everything he got, and more. I thought to myself. No. No one deserves to die. Especially not Johnny. This world is cruel, tough. Maybe if we all thought like Dallas, we'd be better off. But wait. No. Dally isn't almighty. He loves Johnny too. Maybe not the way I do. But he still cares for him. Dally was almost in tears when he saw Johnny that night also. I was just awestruck. Dally was angry. Dally was devastated, I- My inner thoughts were interrupted, as we had reached our destination. Now, we had to wait.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Ponyboy Isn't Mature Enough To Shave.
The Rumble is set for seven O’clock sharp. It’s almost 5:00 right now, so I guess I better start making dinner. What shall we have tonight? Soc head with a side of green beans? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Anyways, I decided on making chicken with potatoes and corn...same difference.......
Ponyboy is late for supper. Again. Ah! Finally. It’s 6:00 and he is home.
DINNNNNNEEERRRRRRRRRR!
During supper I noticed that Ponyboy seemed to be unable to eat. I’ll have to force feed him cheese through a tube later while he’s sleeping....
We must now get all primped up. We always get cleaned up and all that jazz before a rumble. Shows them stuck-up Socs that we aren’t just dirty greasers.
"Soda, when did you start shaving?" What the heck kind of question is that for Ponyboy to ask Soda?
"When I was fifteen." Ha. Ponyboy wouldn’t start when he was fifteen too, I was sure of that.
"When did Darry?"
"When he was thirteen....why? You figgerin’ on growing on growing a beard for the rumble?" Ah. I got made fun of a lot for that in school.......
After that I pretty much stopped paying attention. Ponyboy was going on about CosmoGirl or something like that.
What to wear, what to wear?
Hmmm.....do I put on the black T-shirt or the gray one?
Black. Steve is here. Soda and him are playing cards and blasting music so loud I should probably go turn it down. But I won’t. It’s a custom to listen to music pretty loudly, even louder still before a rumble.
"Darry, why do you like fighting?" That from Ponyboy.
"He likes to show off his muscles." Soda sneered cheerily. Time to make a cheesy threat.
"I’m gonna show ‘em off on you, little buddy, if you get any mouthier." Soda smiled slightly to himself, then turned back to Steve. Ponyboy looked a little distant to me.
He’s been through too much lately. He shouldn’t take part in this rumble.
"I don’t think you ought to be in this rumble, Pony." I told him, looking straight into his eyes to let him know that I really was worried.
"How come? I’ve always come through before, ain’t I?" I really should teach him to not say ‘ain’t’. No one people think we are stupid. But he was right. He always came through for us when it came to a fight or the cops. He was a good kid.
"Yeah." I was grinning with pride now, for him, "You fight real good for a kid your size. But you were in shape before. You’ve lost weight and you don’t look so great, kid. You’re tensed up too much." I saw him sink a little, then straighten, and I knew he was trying to get me to believe that he was strong enough mentally to do this. I knew he wanted to fight, even though secretly he doesn't like to.
"Shoot, we all get tensed up before a rumble. Let him fight tonight. Skin never hurt anyone- no weapons, no danger." Soda said, half trying to reason with me, half trying to distract Steve while he extracted the ace from his shoe.
Eventually, I gave in.
Anyways, I decided on making chicken with potatoes and corn...same difference.......
Ponyboy is late for supper. Again. Ah! Finally. It’s 6:00 and he is home.
DINNNNNNEEERRRRRRRRRR!
During supper I noticed that Ponyboy seemed to be unable to eat. I’ll have to force feed him cheese through a tube later while he’s sleeping....
We must now get all primped up. We always get cleaned up and all that jazz before a rumble. Shows them stuck-up Socs that we aren’t just dirty greasers.
"Soda, when did you start shaving?" What the heck kind of question is that for Ponyboy to ask Soda?
"When I was fifteen." Ha. Ponyboy wouldn’t start when he was fifteen too, I was sure of that.
"When did Darry?"
"When he was thirteen....why? You figgerin’ on growing on growing a beard for the rumble?" Ah. I got made fun of a lot for that in school.......
After that I pretty much stopped paying attention. Ponyboy was going on about CosmoGirl or something like that.
What to wear, what to wear?
Hmmm.....do I put on the black T-shirt or the gray one?
Black. Steve is here. Soda and him are playing cards and blasting music so loud I should probably go turn it down. But I won’t. It’s a custom to listen to music pretty loudly, even louder still before a rumble.
"Darry, why do you like fighting?" That from Ponyboy.
"He likes to show off his muscles." Soda sneered cheerily. Time to make a cheesy threat.
"I’m gonna show ‘em off on you, little buddy, if you get any mouthier." Soda smiled slightly to himself, then turned back to Steve. Ponyboy looked a little distant to me.
He’s been through too much lately. He shouldn’t take part in this rumble.
"I don’t think you ought to be in this rumble, Pony." I told him, looking straight into his eyes to let him know that I really was worried.
"How come? I’ve always come through before, ain’t I?" I really should teach him to not say ‘ain’t’. No one people think we are stupid. But he was right. He always came through for us when it came to a fight or the cops. He was a good kid.
"Yeah." I was grinning with pride now, for him, "You fight real good for a kid your size. But you were in shape before. You’ve lost weight and you don’t look so great, kid. You’re tensed up too much." I saw him sink a little, then straighten, and I knew he was trying to get me to believe that he was strong enough mentally to do this. I knew he wanted to fight, even though secretly he doesn't like to.
"Shoot, we all get tensed up before a rumble. Let him fight tonight. Skin never hurt anyone- no weapons, no danger." Soda said, half trying to reason with me, half trying to distract Steve while he extracted the ace from his shoe.
Eventually, I gave in.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Fidgeting and Thinking
Today is the rumble.
After seeing Johnny yesterday....ah, man, it just broke me.
I want to beat some Socs heads in. I know it wasn't entirely they're fault...but....nah, what's the point? I'm not going to lie; it would make me feel a whole heck of a lot better. Of course I'll pretend not to enjoy it too much, in the beginning. I still have to set a good example for Pony and Soda.
The other day we had to go to Juvenile court, for Ponyboy. I was honestly terrified that they might try and separate Soda Pony and I.
WEEEELLLLLLLLL,
It would be ncie to haev the house all to myself......
But without Johnny, there's no reason to want to be alone.
What am I saying??? I don't want Soda and Pony to go off to different houses to live with random people who never raised them and they have no idea how they tick ! Besides, Johnny and I were pretty stealth anyways.
I should probably go......
Toodlez peeps.
Loves ya.
Except you Steve. I don't love you.
After seeing Johnny yesterday....ah, man, it just broke me.
I want to beat some Socs heads in. I know it wasn't entirely they're fault...but....nah, what's the point? I'm not going to lie; it would make me feel a whole heck of a lot better. Of course I'll pretend not to enjoy it too much, in the beginning. I still have to set a good example for Pony and Soda.
The other day we had to go to Juvenile court, for Ponyboy. I was honestly terrified that they might try and separate Soda Pony and I.
WEEEELLLLLLLLL,
It would be ncie to haev the house all to myself......
But without Johnny, there's no reason to want to be alone.
What am I saying??? I don't want Soda and Pony to go off to different houses to live with random people who never raised them and they have no idea how they tick ! Besides, Johnny and I were pretty stealth anyways.
I should probably go......
Toodlez peeps.
Loves ya.
Except you Steve. I don't love you.
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