The Last Account of My Life
Disclaimer:I do NOT own any part of the outsiders :(
The music was blasting through my ears as I searched the glove compartment for my trusty switchblade. My gang and I were in my blue Mustang, searching for trouble. I wasn't driving the car because I lost a bet with Randy, my right-hand bud. Randy could read me like a book. Which is the reason he turned off the radio, which was driving me mad. There were a couple of groans from the backseat, but they were too drunk to be a part of any conversation whatsoever. The rest of the ride was silent. I kept on looking behind my shoulder. I had a premonition something was going to go totally wrong...
Suddenly, Randy stopped with such force that the impact almost made me lose the recently chugged beer in my stomach. I could see Randy's eyes flashing with red-hot anger. "What is it Randy?" I said in my most innocent voice. There were a couple of chuckles from the backseat. "It's them" ,he hissed, "Those stinkin' greasers that stole our girlfriends what are their names again?" I thought for a minute and then and then answered, "Johnny,Dally,and Ponyboy."I answered grimly. Now I, too glared at them in anger. I first looked at the small kid, 14 maybe? He looked longingly at the Mustang. Well, he wasn't gonna have it, not if he wanted to live, he wouldn't. Then I looked at the larger one (not much larger,if you ask me). Wait, was that fear I saw in his eyes? No, it couldn't be.
"They don't have that big one there to protect them. C'mon , we can take 'em!" Randy growled. I stepped outside into the 'fresh air', although, it didn't seem that 'fresh' to me. The thoughts of something bad happening were clouding my mind. I chose to ignore them. I lunged for the smaller one(the one who was talking to my girlfriend, of course). The next thing I knew, I was holding the kid's head down in the fountain. I suddenly felt something sharp stuck in my back. I was dying. It actually felt good- like I was finally getting revenge on the world for always putting me in the wrong place at the wrong time. The last thing I saw was Johnny sobbing like a baby repeating over and over again, "I killed someone, I actually killed someone. Don't worry, Johnny. I'd help 'ya if I weren't dyin'.
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