
My name is Ponyboy Curtis I live in Tulsa, Oklahoma I have light brownish-red hair and greenish-gray eyes. I’m 14 years-old and the youngest in my gang.We are in a gang called the Greasers which classes us all as boys on the East Side. We are almost like hoods. Us “Greasers” wear blue jeans, T-shirts, leather jackets, and tennis shoes or boots with our hair long. But that’s just the way things are, we have one thing the Socs don’t and that's each other.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Running Away
I was dreaming. Dreaming about the country,
Mom and Dad what life used to be like before they died. I had fell asleep in
the lot so Johnny had to wake me up I knew it had to be pretty late so I ran
home. Johnny's parents didn't care what time he got home so he was fine I was
pretty worried about what was going to happen to me when I got home, knowing
Darry he's probably going to yell at me and start an argument..
Darry slapped me for coming in the house late. I told him I was sorry,
but all he does is yell so I decided that me and Johnny should run away. Cause I’m
sick of just being thought as Darry and Soda’s kid brother. Darry doesn't really
care about me, he just thinks of me as a pest. It seemed like a pretty good
idea until I got sleepy and was freezing to death so we walked to the park. Where
we just ran into trouble, Bob, Randy and some other Socs came and was waiting
to beat us up for talking to Cherry and her friend. They put my head in the
fountain and that’s when I realized I was drowning. Next thing I knew I was
laying on my back on the pavement, then Johnny sitting on the ground and him
telling me he killed Bob. So we went to go see only one that could help us
Dallas Winston. He gave us a gun, fifty bucks and a pair of dry clothes. Now we
are on a train heading for an abandoned church on Jay Mountain far away from
the park, the gang, and the Socs before we get arrested for killing Bob.
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The Rumble
Tonight is the rumble against the Socs
and Darry told me he doesn’t think I should be in it knowing that I’m not feeling
so hot. I’m going to be in it anyway cause then the rest of the gang is gonna
think I’m chicken. I took a bunch of aspirins while Dally and Soda wasn’t looking
cause I figured it would help till the end of the rumble. Dally is gonna be in
the rumble too, despite him still being in the hospital. Dally asked for
Two-bit’s pocketknife and he really gave it to him, I guess Dally really needed
it cause he knows how much Two-Bits knife means to him for him to just ask for
it. When everyone had arrived; us the Brumly Boys, Shepard’s Gang and the Socs, Darry
went first, he fought a blond guy named Paul Holden. I knew Darry had to be
ashamed to be representing us I just knew he had to be a little jealous. It was
hard for me cause I was the youngest person there and I couldn’t find any Socs
my size. I helped Dally out cause he was slugged by some Socs so I jumped on their
back and guess what? The Socs ran away first and we won. We won the rumble.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
The Gang
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So Johnny died and Dally is pretty mad, so mad that he left me so I had to walk home by myself. I can’t believe that Johnny died he had to be in a vacant lot or something. Or something. I had convinced myself he wasn't dead even though deep deep down I knew what happened. I just felt as if I thought he was alive maybe it wouldn't hurt so much, even though it did. A lot. Then Dally had to go ahead, run from the cops, pull out his unloaded gun even though we knew it wasn't loaded and get himself killed. The gang and I knew it would happen sooner or later just not like this. Man why did he have to be so stupid. Dally knew the cops would think it was loaded and kill him, kill him right in front of us. Now Dallas and Johnny is dead, it is funny how so much could happen in so little time. Just last week we were at the movie theater with Cherry Valance talking. I feel much better than I did a while ago; being sick felt the worst and on top of all that Soda wasn't in the best of shape.


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