Disclaimer: These charecters belong to S.E. Hinton and these ltrics belong to Afro Man. I am only credited for bringing them teogether in the fanfic.

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Dally sighed. "Shoot," he said as realization suddenly came over him. "Johnnycakes killed a Soc." He put out his cigarette and got up from the front porch into his car.

The radio was on as he started to drive the long way to Windrixville to see how Ponyboy and Johnny were doing, but his mind was somewhere else.

"DALLAS," a man screamed from inside the house Dally was sitting in front of. He stopped what he was doing, and stuffed some things into his pockets.

"Wudduya want?" Dally asked coming into the house. Dallas Winston did not look a day over 12, but he sure didn't act like it. His parents had just about given up hope with him. Although, ever since he had gone to jail, there wasn't much.

"Clean your room," the man demanded. He had a gruffly voice and his appearance wasn't great either. The man who seemed to be Dallas's father was wearing jeans that were a bit too short on him, and a stained, white t-shirt. Dally simply scoffed at this command and left the house without another word.

I was gonna clean my room, until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom, But then I got high
My room is still messed up And I know why 'cuz I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

Dally was getting the mail. He found a letter from his school. The 13-year-old opened it. The letter was about how he hadn't been in school for the past week. Of course, he wasn't sick. He just didn't feel like going and was thinking of dropping out. After all, he thought he had better things to do than wasting his time filling his head with things he would never use.

I was gonna go to class, before I got high
I coulda' cheated and I coulda passed, but I got high
I'm taking it next semester and I know why 'cuz I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

It had been a while since Dally dropped out at age 14. He had gotten a job; he needed money to buy cigarettes and drugs. Lately, though, he hadn't been going. Dallas discovered the advantages of the five finger discount. Why should he earn his own money when stealing is so much easier? There were also other things he could do for money, Things more up his alley…

I was gonna go to work, but then I got high
I just got a new promotion, but I got high
Now I'm selling dope and I know why, 'cuz I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

The fuzz was coming after him. All Dally could think about was "I gotta' get away, I gotta' get away!" The sirens went off and Dallas accelerated. Two more cop cars came up in front of him. Dally was cornered. Two police men got out of their cars and came up to Dally's open car window. "Why didn't you pull over, hood?" The fuzz asked him. In response Dallas took a drag from his week and blew out smoke into the fuzz's face. That night Dally was arrested….again.

I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop, but I was high
Now I'm a paraplegic, and I know why 'cuz I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

Dally shook the images of his past out of his head. In anger, he hit the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off.

"Don't screw it up, Johnny. Don't mess your life up….like it did. Shoot Johnny. Don't."

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