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"The Switch"
Chapter 1
I woke up the next morning flat-faced on my table. "Oh god!" I thought nervously. I had fallen asleep. I rushed to the living room and looked at our old grandfather clock, it was noon. I put on my Jeans and a T-Shirt and rushed to school.
"Ponyboy." Mr. Syme said in a worried tone as I entered the classroom.
"Why are you late?"
"Sorry. I. Fell Asleep. Writing." I managed to say between heavy pants. I walked slowly to his desk and handed him my essay.
"Here." I said. "90 pages. Wrote. It all last night."
He was shocked, I walked to my desk and dropped on my seat. The class passed slowly, as usual. Mr. Syme was reading us Shakespeare passages, and I wanted to beat it. Right at: "Where for art thou Romeo?" is when I fell asleep.
"Johnny!" I yelled, chasing him down the street. He didn't turn, he just kept running. "Johnny!" I yelled again. I was the best runner in the grade, why couldn't I catch up to him? I finally sped up, and caught up to him. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face me. But it wasn't Johnny, it was someone else. The face looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. Then, Johnny, or whoever it was, walked backwards and disappeared.
"Ponyboy." I heard a voice say.
"Mmm?" I answered.
"Ponyboy. Wake up." It was Mr. Syme.
"Mr. Syme!" I jumped to my feet.
"I am sorry! I didn't mean-"
"Relax, Ponyboy." He said in a soothing voice.
"Go home and get some rest, I understand what you've been going through."
"Oh, um. Alright." I said and left the classroom. I saw Randy in the hall, and as our eyes met, he quickly looked away.
I got home at 3:20, nobody was home, as usual. First thing I did was walk to the icebox in search of a chocolate cake. I grabbed the biggest piece and closed the icebox, when something caught my eye. On the icebox was a picture of Soda and Sandy. I looked at it for a few minutes.
"She was one good-looking broad, wasn't she?" I jumped. Soda was standing right behind me. But he never heard my answer, he handed me a package.
"This just came in the mail, for you." He said. And he looked just as surprised as I was, I never get mail. I ran to my room and jumped on the bed. I looked around the package for the return address, but there was none. I opened the package slowly and cautiously; I recognized what was in it instantly, how could I ever forget?
In it was Johnny's switchblade.
At that moment I felt sad and happy at the same time.
I examined the blade, the blade that had killed three people, Bob, Johnny and Dally. If Bob weren't dead Johnny and Dally would still be alive. I then examined it again, this was the only thing left of Johnny.
I walked back to the living room and found Soda outstretched on the Sofa, with Elvis br Presley turned on full volume.
"What was in it?" He asked, and tears filled my eyes.
"It was Johnny's switchblade." I said promptly, trembling. Soda immediately got up to his feet.
"Oh Pony." He said nervously, and hugged me.
"Who sent it?" He asked what was on my mind.
"I don't know." I said, determined to find out.
The door opened and Darry came in.
"Hey Pony, Hey Soda." He said, and by the look on our faces he knew something was going on. We told him what had happened and he seemed as confused as we were.
When Darry offered me dinner I refused. I couldn't eat.
I just laid in my bed and looked at the switchblade. I missed Johnny so much, and it was like I was holding Johnny when I held the switchblade. I couldn't help but smell it, and it smelled like stale Tobacco and alcohol. I fell asleep, with a million questions on my mind.
"The Switch"
Chapter 1
I woke up the next morning flat-faced on my table. "Oh god!" I thought nervously. I had fallen asleep. I rushed to the living room and looked at our old grandfather clock, it was noon. I put on my Jeans and a T-Shirt and rushed to school.
"Ponyboy." Mr. Syme said in a worried tone as I entered the classroom.
"Why are you late?"
"Sorry. I. Fell Asleep. Writing." I managed to say between heavy pants. I walked slowly to his desk and handed him my essay.
"Here." I said. "90 pages. Wrote. It all last night."
He was shocked, I walked to my desk and dropped on my seat. The class passed slowly, as usual. Mr. Syme was reading us Shakespeare passages, and I wanted to beat it. Right at: "Where for art thou Romeo?" is when I fell asleep.
"Johnny!" I yelled, chasing him down the street. He didn't turn, he just kept running. "Johnny!" I yelled again. I was the best runner in the grade, why couldn't I catch up to him? I finally sped up, and caught up to him. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face me. But it wasn't Johnny, it was someone else. The face looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. Then, Johnny, or whoever it was, walked backwards and disappeared.
"Ponyboy." I heard a voice say.
"Mmm?" I answered.
"Ponyboy. Wake up." It was Mr. Syme.
"Mr. Syme!" I jumped to my feet.
"I am sorry! I didn't mean-"
"Relax, Ponyboy." He said in a soothing voice.
"Go home and get some rest, I understand what you've been going through."
"Oh, um. Alright." I said and left the classroom. I saw Randy in the hall, and as our eyes met, he quickly looked away.
I got home at 3:20, nobody was home, as usual. First thing I did was walk to the icebox in search of a chocolate cake. I grabbed the biggest piece and closed the icebox, when something caught my eye. On the icebox was a picture of Soda and Sandy. I looked at it for a few minutes.
"She was one good-looking broad, wasn't she?" I jumped. Soda was standing right behind me. But he never heard my answer, he handed me a package.
"This just came in the mail, for you." He said. And he looked just as surprised as I was, I never get mail. I ran to my room and jumped on the bed. I looked around the package for the return address, but there was none. I opened the package slowly and cautiously; I recognized what was in it instantly, how could I ever forget?
In it was Johnny's switchblade.
At that moment I felt sad and happy at the same time.
I examined the blade, the blade that had killed three people, Bob, Johnny and Dally. If Bob weren't dead Johnny and Dally would still be alive. I then examined it again, this was the only thing left of Johnny.
I walked back to the living room and found Soda outstretched on the Sofa, with Elvis br Presley turned on full volume.
"What was in it?" He asked, and tears filled my eyes.
"It was Johnny's switchblade." I said promptly, trembling. Soda immediately got up to his feet.
"Oh Pony." He said nervously, and hugged me.
"Who sent it?" He asked what was on my mind.
"I don't know." I said, determined to find out.
The door opened and Darry came in.
"Hey Pony, Hey Soda." He said, and by the look on our faces he knew something was going on. We told him what had happened and he seemed as confused as we were.
When Darry offered me dinner I refused. I couldn't eat.
I just laid in my bed and looked at the switchblade. I missed Johnny so much, and it was like I was holding Johnny when I held the switchblade. I couldn't help but smell it, and it smelled like stale Tobacco and alcohol. I fell asleep, with a million questions on my mind.