Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders.
I hit him. I hit Ponyboy. I didn't mean to, it just happened. I was just worried about my youngest brother. I wish that he would understand that I was just angry because I cared about him. He probably hates me now, if he didn't before. I know I shouldn't have yelled at Soda. It wasn't his fault that Pony doesn't use his head. It's only natural that he would defend him. I wish that I could just rewind this and maybe use my head so that I wouldn't slap him. Ponyboy just needs to learn to use his head. I panicked when he left. Soda had said, "Don't worry; he'll probably come back…" Even though he said that, he sounded unsure of himself. I wished that I could believe him. I waited a few hours, and he still hadn't returned. I started to get real worried. Where is he? What if he never comes back? No. I can't think like that. He has to come back. He just has to. No ifs allowed. I'm sorry Ponyboy. I really mean it. I am sorry. Oh, Pony. What have I done?
Sorry that this is so short. I'll try to make it longer if I get enough reviews… hint hint:)