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Ponyboy POV:
Since mom and dad died, I've always had nightmares. They were about my brothers, Johnny and Dallas's deaths, and pretty much anything else. Yet my dreams have inspired my writing and stay with me wherever I go. I sat at my desk after a night of nightmares. I wrote them down in my notebook that I kept under the bed. It would be best not to let them know about them. They worry enough and if they find my notebook…they might flip out completely. I put the book back and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. As he cooked some eggs, his mind thought of the latest nightmare. He dreamed he was in a dark forest and in the clearing a few feet in front of him, was a rotting corpse. An old woman in a green dress. So that morning, he wrote a poem about it.
The lady in green waiting in the clearing for her husband.
He took her there one Sunday afternoon when the leaves were just starting to fall.
They ate a lovely picnic of meat sandwiches and wine.
After that her husband went away and told her to wait for him.
So she waited…and waited…and waited….
He never returned but she was a good wife…so she waited for him.
She waited for years until death came to her and told her that her husband died years ago.
When she asked how he said, "The wine you drank was meant to be his glass…the glass he drank was poisoned…he died while walking back to the car…"
The wife simply shrugged and death took her away.
"Yet we both die and we'll be together in hell."
"Why hell" asked death.
"Because I was going to poison him when we got home, guess he beat me too it."
I was overall pleased with the entry I made. I finished making breakfast and my brothers came into the dining room to eat before they have to go to work. "Hey Pony, you finished your homework" asked Darry.
"Yep, I finished it last night."
"Good, Two-bit should be here soon…I want you hoe right after school today. I need help with repairing the shed out back. Soda has to work overtime tonight."
I nodded and sat down with them to eat breakfast. Two-bit came into the house with a loud bang from slamming the screen door.
I grabbed my bag, were I also decided to sneak in my notebook. I wanted to write some more during lunch.
The day progressed as usual and I wrote yet another poem in my notebook. It was when I finished it, that some socs came towards me.
"Hey there little greaser" one of them said with a smirk.
I really stopped caring about the socs after Dallas and Johnny died. They were just wimps that needed to cause trouble in my eyes. I've seen enough trouble to last me a life time. So I got up and totally ignored them.
They stared at me, shocked that I didn't retaliate or bother to answer. So one of them grabbed me by m shoulder and punches me square in the jaw. I hurt pretty badly at first but I noticed there was no blood or real damage so I kept walking away. The teacher noticed and grabbed me and the soc that hit me.
"Principle office…BOTH of YOU."
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So long story short, the soc got suspended and the principle called Darry. Great, was all I could think.
When I got back home, Darry yelled at me for getting in a fight. He always flew off the handle about these things. Even more now after the chaos with Johnny and the murder of one of the socs. I merely shrugged and went back to my room to write one last entry in my notebook.
I placed the book in my bag and hopped into bed to sleep. I didn't see my notebook give off a strange glow as I slept.
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