Chpter 2: The Funeral
That morning I woke up at five. I had no been able to sleep due to the dream. Well more the memory. I took a shower, brushed my teeth , and picked up the room a little. At about a quarter to ten I woke up Dal by screming at him, and throwing things around the room.
I have to have a black skirt somewhere! Or a black dress, or even black jeans!
Dal sat up, but when he saw how the room looked, which was ten times worse then when he went to bed, he collapsed into his pillow. "Oh no you don't!" I grabbed his hair and pulled him up.
"OWWW!" He swatted my hand away from his head. "What was that for?"
"You're not wearing a shirt, and you need to get up, what would you have had me do?"
"Well it ain't pulling my hair thats for sure!" He growled at me. I rolled my eyes and continued tearing the room apart.
In the end I was wearing a black t-shirt three sizes too big that Dal had let me borrow, and a black skirt that I'm not sure where I got... ya not going to think about that.
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"Hey, Winnie, can we go for a walk?" Soda asked as soon as I walked in the house.
"Umm, sure." Why he wanted to talk with me, I don't know, but I was a better listener then Steve...
After five minutes of walking I broke the silence. "What'd you wanna talk about?"
"Winnie, how would you deal with your parents dying?" He stuck his hands in his pockets, a sure sign that he was unsure about something.
"I don't know..." How would I deal with it? I didn't even remember mom, and Dad couldn't care less about me and Dal. "I would want someone to talk to I guess.
"Sometimes I wish I was the youngest. I wouldn't have to worry about nothin' and I'd always have someone to talk to 'bout stuff. And I wouldn't always be stuck in the middle." he sighed again.
"It ain't easy being the younger sibling if that's what you think."
"Ya, but being the oldest sure wouldn't be fun, Darry's already grumpy all the time and nothin' has really changed."
"You know Darry doesn't mean to be difficult, he's just got a lot stress put on him all at once, you'd be a bit grumpy too if you were in his shoes."I jokingly punched him in the arm.
"Ya, but that's the thing. It ain't ever gonna get better, he's always gonna be like this."
"Sodapop Patrick Curtis! What happened to my happy-go-luck optimistic best friend?"
"He's on vacation." Soda cracked a grin, but it soon vanished as his eyes looked above my head.
"What time was the funeral supposed to start?" He looked back down at me.
"10:30, why?"
He looked down at his watch. " Cause it's 10:40 right now."I didn't reply, just started sprinting to the cemetary.
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Halfway through the eulagy I heard a punch land. Then another and another. I turned around and saw my brother fighting with Tim Shepard, with Sylvia cheering on whoever was winning at the moment. I rolled my eyes and turned to face the front. The preacher, noticing the fight, hurried up the eulagy and finished with a hurried 'what great people they were'.
The coffins were lowered and that was my cue. "Dally!" He looked up imeditly, stunned that I had called him that. I only called him Dally when I was real mad. Sometimes I wonder why Ponyboy doesn't like Dally, but at the moment I understood perfectly.
I took Dally's moment of confusion as an oppurtunity to slap him. Leaving everyone staring I grabbed Caly by the arm and stormed away from the scene.
We walked around for about 15 minutes before I said anything. "I can't believe him!" I started pacing. "Why was he fighting anyway?"
"I don't know, but it was Sylvia and Tim. Dal probably didn't like the fact that Tim hits on Sylvia every chance he gets." Caly replied, her arms across her chest.
"That is not a good reason to be fighting at your friends parents funeral!" I continued ranting.
"Is there any good reason?" She asked.
"NO!"
"Winnie calm down!" She put a hand on my shoulder. I punched her in the gut faster then you could say "why".
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" She clutched her stomache.
"You know not to touch me when I'm mad, or ever." I pointed out.
"Why are you the motherly figure in my life?"
"Because theres' no one else." I siad matter-of-factly.
"Well that makes ne feel great. Where did you learn to punch like that?" I gave her a look. "Why did you have to be a Winston?"
"I don't know Caly, It wasn't exactly something I signed up for..."
A/N: And that is the end of chapter 2! Please review and tell me what you think!