Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders. I had to do an assignment in the 7th grade where we re-wrote the death of Bob. It is from the point of view of one of the socs. This is my 7th grade take on his new death. The best part was that we got to act it out in this little courtyard we had and I got to be pushed into the fountain in it. It was a fun activity.
"Hey, whatta ya know," Bob said a little unsteadily, "here's the little greasers that picked up our girls. Hey greasers."
"You're outta your territory," the little kid we beat last time sorta whispered, "you'd better watch it."
Randy swore at them and stepped a little closer. Bob was eyeing the little one that the greasers called Johnny.
"Nup pal, your the ones who'd better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up your own kind. Dirt"
The kid next to Johnny, Pony I think, looked as if he was on the edge of jumping on Bob and biting his head off. I couldn't blame him.
"You know what a greaser is?" Bob asked, "white trash with long hair."
Pony's blood was draining from his head, fast. Johnny made sort of a gasp.
"You know what a Soc is?" Pony said, his voice fading in and out with rage. "White trash with Mustangs and Madras." Then he spat at us.
Bob shook his head smiling slowly, "You could use a bath greaser. And a good work over. We've got all night to do it too. give the kid a bath David."
He ducked and tried to run, but I caught his arm and twisted is hard behind his back, then shoved his face in the fountain.
"So, greaser, now it's just you and the boys," Bob's voice annoyed me to the core.
Why am I listening to this punk, I wondered. He'll get what he deserves soon enough. Bob will be dead.
"Hey Randy, grab the kid," Bob barked.
Randy grabbed Johnny and he dropped his switchblade. Ass Dillon and Paul crowded around, I threw Pony on the ground. He squirmed a little like a fish out of water. Walking towards the group I nodded to Paul. He picked up the switchblade and threw it back at Johnny. Knowing it would miss, Paul had horrid aim, Randy let go of Johnny and turned towards Bob.
"What are you doing? Grab the kid." Bob backed up into the fountain and we crowded around him.
"We don't listen to you anymore," I laughed cruelly pushing him over by Johnny who'd already grabbed his blade.
Bob grabbed at Johnny screaming that he was the reason we had turned on him. Boy, was he wrong. The, just as we were about to pull Bob from swinging at Johnny to beat him to death, Johnny stabbed him. Bob doubled over on the sidewalk in disbelief.
"Stay aways," Johnny shouted at us, "I'll kill you too!" He looked like a rabid dog ready to bite.
"Come on David, let's get out of here." Dilon was already running towards the Mustang as he shouted at me.
Once I was in the car, I could see Pony starting to wake up and Johnny leaning with one elbow on his knee.
Meanwhile…
"I killed him," Johnny said slowly, "I killed that boy."