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I woke up to a quiet house. I wasn't surprised; the house is almost always quiet. Darry and Soda are usually out of the house and off to work. I'm used to being home alone. I don't mind it at all, though it does get boring. But I learn to live through it.
I sat up and looked at the clock. I knew I needed to hurry or I was going to be late, though I didn't care if I was. School wasn't important to me anymore. Since Johnny and Dally died, I've changed a lot. I let my grades drop to D's and F's. Darry hasn't gotten onto my case. He's let it slide and left it alone. It confuses me. He used to be saying I need to bring home A's. But he hasn't yelled at me for dropping grades and I like it, but it's sort of freaking me out.
I didn't want to go to school at all today. I felt weird, but I knew I should go anyway. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes and got up. I suddenly felt pain in my stomach and I stopped dead in my tracks and just stood there. It was hard to breathe, so I just sat back down and forced air back into my system. After a few minutes I got my breath back to normal and the pain went away.
I sat there for a second, freaking out. I was trying to convince myself it was nothing, but I couldn't. I'm just not in shape. I told myself over and over. I'm still weak from Windrixville. I just need to get back into shape. I kept it at that and tried to push what just happened away. I stood up again and walked slowly, hoping not to have another moment like before.
I made it to the bathroom and walked normally. I turned on the faucet and splashed water into my face. I looked into the mirror while water dripped down my face. My hair was still blonde from Windrixville. I hated it then and I still hate it now. My face was really pale. It was normal, but I still didn't like being this pale. I wiped my face off and went into my room and threw on some clothes. I looked at the clock again and cursed to myself. Mark was going to be here any moment and he hates to wait.
Mark is an old buddy. We recently became friends after everything happened. He's in the same grade as me, which is surprising. He's about as dumb as dumb could get, but when it comes to cars or fighting, he's all for it. We have each other backs no matter what.
I hurried out the door right after I put my shoes on and almost ran right into Mark.
"Slow down, man, " he laughed and patted my shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered and started walking. Mark caught up with me and we made our way to school. I still had this weird feeling in me. I couldn't figure it out. Did it mean something?
"...you ok?" Mark interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"I asked if you were ok. You look tired. Nightmares again?" Mark asked, concerned. He knew I dealt with nightmares.
"Yeah, but I'm fine," I said and saw the school coming into view. We walked the rest of the way in silence. When we reached the school we hurried inside, trying to ignore any contact with Socs. We stopped in the hall before going to class.
"See ya in history," Mark said. I nodded and we went our separate ways.
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I sighed and climbed up the ladder with wood on my back. It was like this everyday - lift wood and climb a ladder. Then hammer it down and start over again. I was tired of this job, but I had to get money so that my brothers could have a home. But it's not like they're ever home. Sodapop goes out to do whatever and Pony goes out, saying he'll be back later. It's like this almost every night.
We've changed. I don't know what happened. You can easily tell. It's like one day we were normal, the next day we weren't. We fell apart. But how? I don't understand why. We were close, but now we aren't. I tried to help, but I gave up all hope. I don't make them do anything anymore. Nothing I did would change them. They won't listen. .
"...Darryl?" a voice said, interrupting me.
"What?" I ran a hand through my hair and set the wood down. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I can't do anything now.
"You were zoned out. You ok?" my co-worker asked, picking up a piece of wood and started to nail it down.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine."
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I couldn't pay attention in any of my classes. My mind was everywhere. I couldn't think straight. The feeling was bac, and I still couldn't figure what it meant. I didn't know if it was bad or good, or a sign about something that as going to happen.
I felt something being thrown at the back of my head. I turned around and saw Mark wadding up paper and throwing it at me. He didn't know I turned around because he threw paper right at my eye. I blinked a few times and glared at him.
"Stop it," I muttered, throwing a paper wad back at him.
Mark opened his mouth to say something, when I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around slowly to see the teacher staring right at us.
"You finished?" He asked, lowering his glasses. I nodded. "Alright then, on with the topic. when..." I tuned him out and leaned back in my seat. I stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, my stomach decided to flip and I felt like throwing up. I sat up with a jerk. I heard Mark mumble something behind me, but I jumped out of my seat and out the door.
"Ponyboy Curtis, get back here now!" the teacher yelled at me, but I couldn't. I ran into the boy's bathroom and kicked a stall open and knelt down and puked. My stomach felt like it was on fire and it hurt. I felt weak. I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps behind me.
"Pony, you ok?" I knew it was Mark. He would be the only one brave enough to ditch class. Though he didn't care about school so he didn't mind.
I finished letting my stomach empty and flushed it away. I sat back. "I don't know man, I f-feel like shit."
"Well," he started, and stood up. "You look like shit too." He smiled and held out a hand.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand. He hauled me up and I felt unsteady. He grabbed my shoulders and held me steady. "I'm taking you to the nurse." I didn't argue. He guided me to the nurses office. The nurse told me to lay down I think. I don't remember. All I remember was laying down then passing out.
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"Darryl! Phone call," someone yelled from the ground.
"Can it wait?" I asked impatiently. I had to get this done.
"It's something about your kid brother," he yelled. "Just come get the phone!"
I grumbled but climbed down the ladder. I went to the phone and answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Darryl Curtis?" a lady asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Is Pony alright?" I felt a little concern in me, at the same time anger.
"He got really ill during one of his classes and sick. He's passed out right now. I checked him for a fever and it's 103.3. He needs to go home," she said calmly.
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "Alright, I'll be there." I hung up and took another deep breath.
I told a worker I have to go and that I'll be back tomorrow. He didn't ask any questions and I left.
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"Pony?" A voice muttered. It seemed far off.
"Hmm?"
"Your brother is here for you," the voice was closer. "Can you stand up?"
"Mmm, let me sleep," I grumbled, but I was pulled to my feet by force.
"Ponyboy," the voice was familiar, but I couldn't figure it out.
"What?" I muttered quietly.
"It's Darry."
I opened my eyes, but my vision was blurry. I was being led somewhere all of a sudden. My vision suddenly went clear and I saw the truck. I got in with the help of Darry. I almost passed out again, but I tried to stay awake.
"Darry," I muttered.
"What?" he answered.
"I'm sorry," I said, leaning my head against the window.
"For what?"
"Everything," I didn't really know what I was saying, but I didn't really care. I heard Darry say something, but I couldn't understand what he had said.
I passed out again.
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