Chapter 8 - LET US SEE JOHNNY!!!

They wouldn't let us see Johnny! They said he was in critical condition.But then a doctor came out and said that he wanted to see us... So we went. Me and Two-Bit. The Doc didn't seem to think Johnny would live, with his lack of enthusiasm. We went in, and Johnny, boy, he looked terrible. The Doc won't let him put enough grease in his hair. But the worst part of all is... His back.



He was paralyzed from the lower back down. He said he couldn't feel below his lower back. That's what made me think that. "We're having a rumble with the Soc's today." I said to Johnny. Only his eyes got wide. He didn't say anything. I felt bad for the poor fella. Johnny Cakes. Unable to move. Man. This stinks.

Chapter 7 - Sodapop is a STAR!

Sodapop is a STAR! Well not really. He just acts like it. Although the reporters treated him like it. They followed him around like a cat with catnip. Just because of the movie star looks he had, he got the whole crowd. But at least he got to enjoy it.

We were cornered everywhere. All the reporters went over too us and constantly asked us questions. Even Sodapop got bored of them in the end. Wow. A bunch of greasers, in the spotlight. What a day.

Chapter 6 - DARRY!!!!!!

"Darry!!! I missed you sooooo much!" I was crying. I hadn't seen Darry for the longest time. He was biting back sobs, and soon they were racking through both our bodies. "Pony... I am sorry I hit you. I was just so worried about you." So he did care about me. I felt sorry I ever doubted him. Me and Johnny had been gone for more than a week. They must have been worried sick. And I thought I had it rough.

I must have scared him half to death that night. I fell asleep. It was 2 in the morning. They must have been up all night. What would I have done??? I am not sure. I sure wouldn't hit him. Would I? I'm very confused... How much does he really care? He was shedding big manly tears that felt like lava on my shoulder. I had never seen him cry. Not even when mom and dad were killed. Soda was bawling his eyes out, and Darry just stood there, grim, not showing any emotion. But this was frightening. He was BAWLING into my shoulder. Soda was right there, crying too. I wished I had never left. But maybe Darry would be a bit better. I hoped so.

Chapter 5- My Tuff, Tuff HAIR!

Johnny and me had to cut our hair! I couldn't believe it when he told me! I loved my hair, it was so tuff and greasy. He bleached it blonde, and cut it off. I felt naked without it. I looked stupid without it. Johnny didn't mind as much as me, but I could tell he didn't want me to cut it. I burst into tears after, and told Johnny we didn't know what we was doing, out here like fugitives. All we had was a week's worth of bologne, (which had got to become spoiled anytime) some candy bars, and each other. Me and Johnny got the book 'Gone With The Wind" for reading when there was nothing else we could do.

On the first day of the second week, Dally came by and took us to Dairy Queen. We each had had like three hamburgers each, and I got a hot fudge sundae. Dally told us Cherry Valance, that Soc girl we picked up at the nightly double, was on our side and a spy. But then... Johnny said we were turning ourselves in! I was shocked, but all I really wanted was to sleep in my bed, with Sodapop and Darry by my side.

Chapter 4- The Fight

Hello. My name is Ponyboy Curtis. I live alone with my brothers, Darry and Sodapop. Our parents died in a car crash when I was young. I am now 14 years old, and may be charged for second hand murder. It was a crisp, cool night when me and Johnny were taking a walk in the park. That walk changed everything. We was walking and suddenly got jumped by a gang of Socs. The ones who jumped Johnny a while ago, one with three rings on his hand. He got cut up real bad, and hadn't been the same since. We was walking in the park, when we suddenly got jumped my some Socs. They tried to drown me, and the guy who got me was real strong. But then they was running an' screaming, and when I looked, I saw the soc holding me on the ground, dead. Johnny stood by his side with a switchblade, horrified by what he had just done.