A Visitor

Ponyboy was in bed when Randy came. Pony has been real sick and I really don't want it to get worse neither do the doctors. They told me Ponyboy has to stay on bed-rest now. When Randy came in Pony was awake though so they talked for a while. Then Pony started sayin things like “I had the knife. I killed Bob.” and “Johnny is not dead.” so I told Randy that Ponyboy is still kind of sick and the doctors said it would take some time for Pony to mentally heal. I advised Randy to leave... the judging was the next day so.... Pony needed rest. I just am praying on God (Which I don't do that often) that Pony will pull through and all will slide into place.

What the heck.

We were at the house for a while when Pony ran in. "Where have you been!?" I yelled "Johnny's dead." he replied numbly. " What?! When?!" "Dally won't be able to take it I think hes gunna blow." I stared at him for at least thirty seconds and watched him walk into his room. The phone rang. Someone handed it to me."DARRY! I'M AT THE PARK! I need you guys. I'm in trouble with the fuzz" Dally sounded like he couldn't breathe. "We'll be there".
"Let's go guys! Dally's in the park with the cops on his tail!"
The guys all ran like Olympians... My legs were numb but, I still ran. Just as we ran into the park we saw it."NO!!" I screamed but, nothing could stop the power of a bullet. It drilled into Dally's chest but, it felt like it drilled into mine. Dally is dead. Johnny is dead. What more could go wrong? Then Ponyboy fell over. I looked at him for a moment then picked him up and we all walked home.

RRRRUUUUMMMMMBBBLLLEEEE TIME!!!

We all leave the house jumping here and there us greasers are gunna kick butt!! Socs can only fight with weapons; its a plain fact they can only win with switchblades, heater, and outnumbering. If we have to same amount or more we will own!!! As we approach the field I can hear their stupid cars burning gas like heck. They jumped outta their fancy schmancy cars and now I'm face to face with Paul. Paul who I used to play football with. Paul who was one of my buddies. Paul who would still be my friend if I had taken that scholarship. DARN IT PAUL!! I hit him smack on the face and kept going. I heard Dally call out 'HOLD IT!!!' and I'm just guessing he joined in. It had been a while and Paul wasn't gettin up for a couple minutes so, I went to find Ponyboy. Of course he was being beaten to oblivion. I helped him up and got a head start on the socs that was taking him down. Then they ran! All of them! Before we knew it they were gone! WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!! YYYIIIPPPPEEEEE!!!! Wait. Wheres Dally and Ponyboy?? "Pony went to the hospital" Soda looked sad for a second and then grinned at me. I grinned back. "Let's go guys!" I called out. "Beer and Chocolate cake at my house!!" THIS got Two-Bit on his feet running.

Work

We got home and had a good sleep... FINALLY!! The next day I woke up I got ready for work. We really needed groceries! I dropped Soda off at the Gas Station and went to the new house I was working on. A real pretty lady owned it... but, she was a Socs. I carried a lot of shingles up and down the ladders and could feel my muscles rippling! I was SO excited for the upcoming Rumble. The greasers were gunna kick BUTT!!! Literally. I probably gunna have to take a big BIG Socs guy but, of course i'll take em down! They don't call me "Muscles or Superman" for nothing!

I was almost done the roof when I saw Tim Shepard walk up. "Hey Darry!" He yelled "Hiya Tim, Whats up?" "The Socs just told we they don't want any weapons in the Rumble." "If they're gunna pledge to that." "Dally told me.... that Socs lady... Caherry is now our spy. She told him" "Oh... well, see you later Tim." "Yup." and he walked away. A skin only rumble. Perfect.

<3 Home <3

Now we were all back together. Pony, Soda and me. Finally. We've stayed here since Ponyboy arrived and have barely slept. Soda has been runnin' around the place like a kid in a candy shoppe! Hes been grabin' cameras off reporters necks and snappin' pictures of himself! The reporters love it though... like a celebrity taking there pictures for them! The nurses went Ga-Ga too! Man! Soda got all the special treatment! Dally of course, is threatening all the doctors and nurses with his switch blade cus' they ain't letting him smoke. He's normally crazy but, Johnny gettin' hurt made him go over the edge!
Today we get to go home though. I can't wait! I never thought I'd miss that pile of junk I call a house!

Now it's just a picture......