Rough Draft
Ponyboy's POV:
So there we stood. I looked at the people around me, studying them, trying to take my mind off the inevitable circumstance I was forced to become a part of. Oddly enough, I didn't cry. Maybe it was because I was all 'cried out'. I had already done enough of it. I don't know. I think I was still in shock and denial.
They lowered the casket into the ground and I just watched, expressionless. I didn't want to look up now and see the gang all dressed in black, the toughness washed off their faces with tears. All I wanted to do was forget. But I couldn't… and that was that.
Short, I know, but the second chapter is coming quick! Hope you guys like it!
