I rushed into my room and plopped on my bed throwing my books at my desk, my aiming was perfect .... almost. A bunch of papers spewed unto my floor. Groaning i got up from where i lay only a few measly seconds and went to pick up the papers. They were mostly school papers from last year i didnt care about. I tossed them into the wire trashcan sitting next to my desk carelessly. I picked up the last thing on the ground, a yelow tore up folder that looked flamiliar. I opened it ciriously and those words i worked so hard on last year flashed before my eyes- when i stepped into the brightness from the darkness of the movie house....
I shut it quickly! i didnt want to remember. Not after a good day at school. Not after the pretties blonde i had ever laid hands on smiled at me. Not after darry and I went a day without quarrelling. I didnt want to remember now..not ever.
By the way.. My name is Ponyboy, ponyboy curtis. HOw rude of me not to say that first. YOu might of heard of me....but probably not. I dont get around much. Just the gang. And two of them are dead now. Dally..his heart was in the wrong place at the wrong time and his crazy wittyness finally got him killed. shot-right before my eyes too. JOhnny... the lost small boy with puppydog eyes and not much will to survive before it was too late... We saved a bunch of kids from a fire in a burning church,with Dallys help of course. HE got burned the worse, hot wood fell unto his back breaking it. He died at the tender age of sixteen..with noone to love him except us. Not even his parents. Enouth about them. i need to stop living in the past..and look forward to the furure. Whatever that may be. You dont get much from being a greaser. Were stupid and poor and trash. Even darry who was smart and active..he didnt get anywhere. He gets to roof houses for a living . BUt that dosent matter either. Soda is a highschool dropout... but he is one of the most special people i will ever know.Because he can make me laugh...and thats twice as good as success and money.
I dont really know what god has in mind for me. Im not strong and practical like Darry. Im not funny and handsome like Sodapop. Im not innoncent and delicate like johnny.Im not careless and tough like dally was. Im not funny like Twobit. OR good at working on cars with steve or good with girls. Im jsut ponyboy.Im sensitive and i dig sunsets and like reading books. That dosent mkae me nothin'. So maybe i am nothing and i always will be. BUt thats beyond the point too. Well instead of focusing on what im not and my past..why dont we focus on the future. Yes, that sounds like a plan to me.....
I shut it quickly! i didnt want to remember. Not after a good day at school. Not after the pretties blonde i had ever laid hands on smiled at me. Not after darry and I went a day without quarrelling. I didnt want to remember now..not ever.
By the way.. My name is Ponyboy, ponyboy curtis. HOw rude of me not to say that first. YOu might of heard of me....but probably not. I dont get around much. Just the gang. And two of them are dead now. Dally..his heart was in the wrong place at the wrong time and his crazy wittyness finally got him killed. shot-right before my eyes too. JOhnny... the lost small boy with puppydog eyes and not much will to survive before it was too late... We saved a bunch of kids from a fire in a burning church,with Dallys help of course. HE got burned the worse, hot wood fell unto his back breaking it. He died at the tender age of sixteen..with noone to love him except us. Not even his parents. Enouth about them. i need to stop living in the past..and look forward to the furure. Whatever that may be. You dont get much from being a greaser. Were stupid and poor and trash. Even darry who was smart and active..he didnt get anywhere. He gets to roof houses for a living . BUt that dosent matter either. Soda is a highschool dropout... but he is one of the most special people i will ever know.Because he can make me laugh...and thats twice as good as success and money.
I dont really know what god has in mind for me. Im not strong and practical like Darry. Im not funny and handsome like Sodapop. Im not innoncent and delicate like johnny.Im not careless and tough like dally was. Im not funny like Twobit. OR good at working on cars with steve or good with girls. Im jsut ponyboy.Im sensitive and i dig sunsets and like reading books. That dosent mkae me nothin'. So maybe i am nothing and i always will be. BUt thats beyond the point too. Well instead of focusing on what im not and my past..why dont we focus on the future. Yes, that sounds like a plan to me.....
“Are you crying?” You ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes you are, you big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. You want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to you as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
“Oh?” You ask.
“Yeah… Uh you know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” you laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
You walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” You say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
You look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” you laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” You say still laughing.
“I just need you to help me out with something…”
“What?” You ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the question mark…”