I didn't know how I could possibly start going back to school.
After everything that had happened. I thought I would traumatize for ever.
Two of my best friends were gone.
Such a tragic death. I didn't know what to expect from all the kids at school.
Everyone was asking me how I was feeling and if I missed Johnny and Dallas.
I did. I could feel myself getting colder and colder everyday. Harder and meaner.
I wanted to get back at those Socs. They have made my life a living hell.
I walked into my English class. I handed my essay, well actually I should say very long story into my teacher.
I could see the look on his face. It said "Wow Ponyboy I did not expect you to write this much."
I grinned to myself. I sat down in the back and just listened to my teacher talk. Class soon ended. My teacher pulled me over to his desk.
"Ponyboy, I am very happy with this work that you have turned in. I will read it to night and grade it tomorrow."
"Thank you," I said as I walked out the door.
I was hoping for the rest of the day that school would end. Many times during that day I just wanted to sob.
I couldn't, not in front of everyone. Greasers don't cry.
Even thought I saw Dally cry, someone who I thought forgot to cry at and early age. I guessed that wasn't the case.
"Come on Johnny, come on don't die on me now." The words haunted me.
I shook them off, and went on the rest of the school day.