Chapter One: Locked Inside
Ponyboy never really did anything after his friends Dallas (Dally) Winston and Johnny Cade died. He never really had anything to say. He would talk to Sodapop occasionally and say a few things to Darry here and there, but a real conversation became impossible for Pony.
*Soda's point of view* I went in the kitchen to get a coke. I found Ponyboy's essay titled, "The Outsiders" on the fridge. This was the only schoolwork he really tried on after our best friends died. I examined it and smiled. "Poor guy, he must feel regret." I said out loud. Darry must have heard me and came in. "What is it Soda?" He questioned. "I was reading Pony's essay again. Thinking of all he went through. The soc almost drowning him, Johnny saving his life. Then running away and watching both of his best friends die. I am worried about him, you know." I said trying to keep my voice down. "I know. I am also. He won't come out of his room for anything and he won't let us come in. He only does when he has to complain. At night, we have to wake him up because he is having nightmares. I am worried about him too, but there is nothing we can do. Face it Soda, he locked his self inside and is afraid of coming out again." Darry said. "You're right. I have to go to work now and so do you." I walked over to Pony's room and knocked on the door. "We're going to work now. Are you going to be okay without us?" I asked now in the room. "Always am." He uttered. "Okay. Don't do anything stupid. I ask Two-Bit to come and keep an eye on you. I know you're not a child anymore but you need someone here. I'll see you later little buddy." I then left the room. I was worried about him. Did you realize how short his words were? I am worried about him and at work; I can't concrete on pumping gas. I am too busy thinking of what Pony is doing. He needs help and he needs it bad.
*Cherry's point of view*
When Bob was killed, I blamed Soda and his friend. I could hardly face them and then Johnny died and I knew Pony needed someone. Everyday at noon, I stop by and talk to him. He tells me things and I give him advice. He won't talk to his brothers for anything. I can't help him like they can. I would tell Sodapop and Darry myself, but he made me promise to keep it a secret. I don't know what to do. If he only he knew there was a world outside of that house; then he'd be back to old self. I entered the Curtis house and saw Two-Bit on the couch, he was watching Mickey Mouse. "Hey Valance. I have a new joke for you. My buddy, Harold is so stupid; it takes him an hour to make minute rice!" By now, he began to laugh at his self. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I wasn't here to listen to his sarcasm, but to see Ponyboy. I knocked on his door and found him laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. I sat at the edge of his bed and smiled. "Hey Pony. What have you done today?" I asked sweetly. "I've been thinking of ways I could have saved Johnny and Dally. I thought of like 3. Do you wanna hear them?" He questioned excited. "Sure." I would listen to anything he told me to. I liked hearing him talk, since he would hardly talk to anyone else. "I could of told Johnny to not follow me in the Church. I could of saved those little brats myself. I really could have. Man, I wish he were alive today. I am actually best friends with a soc. I can barley believe it myself." Ponyboy didn't smile. He now sat up in the bed. "And Dally, I should have followed him out of the hospital. I should have known he would do something stupid. He loved Johnny with all his life. Seeing him dieing, I knew he'd explode. If I could, I'd switch places with either or them Cherry. I really would." Ponyboy began to cry little tears. I embraced him warmly. I took him in my arms like a little baby. "Shh, it'll be okay. You did the best you could. I know you did. Everything will be okay. You don't worry Ponyboy." I whispered softly. About ten minutes later, he was calm again. He fell asleep in my arms. I gently placed him on his bed and kissed his forehead. "You sleep now." I then left the room. I am worried about him, he don't deserve to be this way.
*3rd Person point of view*
Pony is locking his self inside. The way he talked to Cherry was the old him. He was so open-minded and emotional. He didn't stare at the wall when he talked. When everyone else tried to talk to him or hug him, he refused them. Cherry, on the other hand, he talked to her and let her hug him. What is about her he trusted? One thing for sure, he is locked inside. Authors Note: I know this isn't nothing like the dialogue or thinking of the characters in the original stories. Have you saw that movie? I think this reminds me more of the movie. Please don't hold it against me that this isn't like the book very much. If you want to, you can review. I'm not gonna make you though.
Ponyboy never really did anything after his friends Dallas (Dally) Winston and Johnny Cade died. He never really had anything to say. He would talk to Sodapop occasionally and say a few things to Darry here and there, but a real conversation became impossible for Pony.
*Soda's point of view* I went in the kitchen to get a coke. I found Ponyboy's essay titled, "The Outsiders" on the fridge. This was the only schoolwork he really tried on after our best friends died. I examined it and smiled. "Poor guy, he must feel regret." I said out loud. Darry must have heard me and came in. "What is it Soda?" He questioned. "I was reading Pony's essay again. Thinking of all he went through. The soc almost drowning him, Johnny saving his life. Then running away and watching both of his best friends die. I am worried about him, you know." I said trying to keep my voice down. "I know. I am also. He won't come out of his room for anything and he won't let us come in. He only does when he has to complain. At night, we have to wake him up because he is having nightmares. I am worried about him too, but there is nothing we can do. Face it Soda, he locked his self inside and is afraid of coming out again." Darry said. "You're right. I have to go to work now and so do you." I walked over to Pony's room and knocked on the door. "We're going to work now. Are you going to be okay without us?" I asked now in the room. "Always am." He uttered. "Okay. Don't do anything stupid. I ask Two-Bit to come and keep an eye on you. I know you're not a child anymore but you need someone here. I'll see you later little buddy." I then left the room. I was worried about him. Did you realize how short his words were? I am worried about him and at work; I can't concrete on pumping gas. I am too busy thinking of what Pony is doing. He needs help and he needs it bad.
*Cherry's point of view*
When Bob was killed, I blamed Soda and his friend. I could hardly face them and then Johnny died and I knew Pony needed someone. Everyday at noon, I stop by and talk to him. He tells me things and I give him advice. He won't talk to his brothers for anything. I can't help him like they can. I would tell Sodapop and Darry myself, but he made me promise to keep it a secret. I don't know what to do. If he only he knew there was a world outside of that house; then he'd be back to old self. I entered the Curtis house and saw Two-Bit on the couch, he was watching Mickey Mouse. "Hey Valance. I have a new joke for you. My buddy, Harold is so stupid; it takes him an hour to make minute rice!" By now, he began to laugh at his self. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I wasn't here to listen to his sarcasm, but to see Ponyboy. I knocked on his door and found him laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. I sat at the edge of his bed and smiled. "Hey Pony. What have you done today?" I asked sweetly. "I've been thinking of ways I could have saved Johnny and Dally. I thought of like 3. Do you wanna hear them?" He questioned excited. "Sure." I would listen to anything he told me to. I liked hearing him talk, since he would hardly talk to anyone else. "I could of told Johnny to not follow me in the Church. I could of saved those little brats myself. I really could have. Man, I wish he were alive today. I am actually best friends with a soc. I can barley believe it myself." Ponyboy didn't smile. He now sat up in the bed. "And Dally, I should have followed him out of the hospital. I should have known he would do something stupid. He loved Johnny with all his life. Seeing him dieing, I knew he'd explode. If I could, I'd switch places with either or them Cherry. I really would." Ponyboy began to cry little tears. I embraced him warmly. I took him in my arms like a little baby. "Shh, it'll be okay. You did the best you could. I know you did. Everything will be okay. You don't worry Ponyboy." I whispered softly. About ten minutes later, he was calm again. He fell asleep in my arms. I gently placed him on his bed and kissed his forehead. "You sleep now." I then left the room. I am worried about him, he don't deserve to be this way.
*3rd Person point of view*
Pony is locking his self inside. The way he talked to Cherry was the old him. He was so open-minded and emotional. He didn't stare at the wall when he talked. When everyone else tried to talk to him or hug him, he refused them. Cherry, on the other hand, he talked to her and let her hug him. What is about her he trusted? One thing for sure, he is locked inside. Authors Note: I know this isn't nothing like the dialogue or thinking of the characters in the original stories. Have you saw that movie? I think this reminds me more of the movie. Please don't hold it against me that this isn't like the book very much. If you want to, you can review. I'm not gonna make you though.
