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Life After Death
Chapter One
"Dally! Dally!" I screamed shaking the still body. "Dally please wake up! Please!" I could feel the tear running down my cheeks as I held onto him. I felt hands trying to pull me off of him. As they pulled me away I grabbed Dallas's shirt front so he would come up with me.
"Ponyboy," my older brother, Darry said with a glare, but I could see not only warning in his eyes but, sorrow also. "Put Dallas down, Ponyboy. The police need to take his body away." I hesitated for a second then gently put him down on the ground. Soon after I put him down, the police took the body that belonged to one of my best friends.
"We're gonna bury him. Right, Darry?" I asked uncertain.
"Of course, Ponyboy." Darry said wiping away the last few tears I had. By the time I was able to stand up without shaking so bad the police had already taken their cars with Dally and left to let Dallas's loved ones mourn his death. I know that I've said that out of all my friends he was my least favorite a million times. He was still my friend no matter what though, and he didn't deserve to die. After all he did give Johnny and I the hiding spot.
"Well," Two-Bit said, "Steve and I better get going." I couldn't tell if it was just me, but it looked like Two-Bit had been crying. Not once in my life had I seen him cry. He was to high on life or tough to cry. This must have really hurt him.
"Alright Two-Bit, Steve. Take care and have a good night." Darry called as Two-Bit and Steve were leaving.
"Okay, Ponyboy. We need to get you home so we can go to bed." my other older brother, Sodapop, said. Darry thinks he babys me to much. He's just trying to look after me ever since mom and dad died. I know Darry loves me. He just shows it funny. He just wants me to get good grades and be tough. Not drop out like Soda did and get a scholarship. He has a lot on his shoulders to take care of. Trying not to lose Soda and me, paying the bills, making sure I'm doing well in school. Those were just some of the things. Right now I don't think he cared if he babied me. For that was the night Dallas Winston died.
It's been a week after that night and I haven't been talking much. There was no point to life or talking without a best friend by your side. Everyone would stare at me like I am an animal in a cage at the zoo. Or I would hear their whispers when I walk down the school hallways. I had to hurry or I'll be late to class. It wouldn't be the first time this week.
I made it just as the bell rang. I got in my seat and started zoning out as soon as Mr. Syme started teaching. What is wrong with me? I usually never zone out in class! I'm also a straight A student but lately they haven't been A's . All of this can't be from Johnny's and Dallas's deaths. When my parents died I was still top in my classes and always paid attention. Pretty soon I was zoning out of my lecture to myself and was looking somewhere else.
I'm looking at the empty seat beside me. The boy who sat there had died the same night Dallas died. He was the reason Dallas was taking the money from the store clerk. Dallas had stolen it out of shock. The boy who died was Dallas's best friend. The boy who sat there in the empty seat was named Johnny Cade. We had gone through everything together. Tears,sweat, blood. Everything. He died bravely though. He went through a fire to save a bunch of children having a picnic at this church that Johnny and I were hiding at on Jay Mountain. The hiding spot Dallas gave us.
We had to hide there because he was trying to be a good friend. He killed this guy that tried to drown me for talking to his girlfriend. He had been jumped by the same kids. The same kids that gave him the scar on his face. Everyone wonders why Johnny is so jumpy. I bet they hadn't been jumped like Johnny had. Johnny and I were going out to get some hamburgers with Dally because we hadn't had some decent food since we first started hiding there. When we came back from Dairy Queen there was the old church. Burst in flames. Everyone screaming. Little kids crying. It was the worst sight I had ever seen other than when Johnny got burned and the way Dallas died.
"Ponyboy! Would you like to answer this question for the class?" Mr. Syme said.
Everyone's eyes were on me. Gosh, I hate when that happens. "..Er..." I said, unsure of the question he was referring to. I was to busy thinking of the past.
"Exactly. I would feel much better if you'd pay attention to my teaching."
RIIING!
"Okay class, don't forget to do your English homework tonight." No one heard the teacher though, everyone was to busy making plans for the rest of the day.
"Hey, Pony," Sodapop said as I walked into the DX. "How would you like to go see a movie with me and the guys later on today?" Steve glared at me. He hates it when Sodapop invites me to things.
"Sorry, Soda. I have to go to the library tonight. I need peace and quiet." Sodapop looked confused. "Homework." I said raising the book we were supposed to read to prove my point. "And why are you going to a movie? You can never sit still through those."
"So? C'mon. You can do whatever you were gonna do later on tonight. It'll be fun. I promise."
"Alright." I said. He knows I hate going to movies after what happened to Johnny. That's where all the drama started with Cherry Valence and Bob Sheldon. I guess, Soda just has a way with words that would get you to do anything. Or just wanted me to get over his death. Oh well. Who knows, maybe I will have fun there.