I hit him. Hard.... to hard. I didn't know I hit him in till I saw my hand at his face. He fell into the door then, looked at me with those heavy green eyes and ran. I called but, he didn't call Why did I do that? Now he who knows where hiding from the cops because Johnny killed some guy.... will I ever see him again? This is all because of me! Sodapop is pacing and I'm typing furiously. Dallas just came over and filled us in but, he refuses to tell us where he hid them away. Ponyboy cannot lead the same life as Sodapop and I! He needs a future.... he needs to go to school and college or university. I'll never be able to see him working at a general store or a gas station. Maybe we should turn them in and fight for them in court... becuase it was just self-defense! But, no cop was going to listen to a greaser and take a greaser's side. We were at a dead end, he had to keep running.
6 comments:
Hungry Hippo,
Well said. Great journal entry. :)
Cool, keep it up, the great work I mean.
it was pretty good but you gotta go through and read it because it had a few weird errors
Darth Vader
Yeah some of the sentences didn't really make alot of sense. Good job though I really liked it
I concur
~Bobman
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