Pony'sPOV
One year. It's been a whole year since Johnny and Dally died. Sometimes I still wake up in the morning thinking of what Johnny and I are going to do. But then I remember. We're never going to do anything together again.
"Wake up sleepy head! You'll be late for school," Soda yelled. I pulled myself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Soda cooked breakfast. Oh joy; green pancakes. Darry had already left for work, and Soda was leaving. I guess that's a good thing. Nobody would notice when I didn't eat breakfast. I'm never really hungry anymore. I know it worries Darry sometimes. When he notices. It seems he's always at work now, and I don't see him often.
I heard a honk from outside. Two-Bit. He is the prankster of our group; always has to find the funny things in everything. Sometimes he doesn't realize that there is no funny side to some things. Almost before I shut the car door he takes off at a ridiculous speed. We got to the school within five minutes.
