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The next day things started to get even more interesting. I went into the bathroom during the break, and to my surprise I saw a crowd there. People were standing in a semi-circle, looking at something and whispering. What's going on, I wondered. I pushed myself through the crowd, so I could see what they were looking at. It was the same soc Doug Johnson. He was hitting his head against the wall repeatedly with loud thuds as his head connected to the wall. He was cursing loudly and yelling "stop it, whoever is doing this stop it now." He was waving his hands in the air, as if attacking some invisible force.

People in the crowd where whispering – "he's crazy, his off his rocker." I couldn't help it, but chuckle. Things sure started to get fun. Just like Johnny had promised.

I was walking back to my class, and people in the hallways were still talking about it. I overheard them say things like "I didn't know he's lost it. I feel bad for his girlfriend. Poor thing, it must be hard on her."

Next class was math. The teacher was asking for last night's homework, and called on this super soc Brandon Lawrence. He went to the board, his notebook in hand. He opened it, preparing to write the answers on the board, then he looked extremely confused, and started flipping the pages of his notebook frantically.

"It was right here, I swear. I did my homework," he kept repeating.

"Well, that's something new," the teacher said. "I haven't heard this excuse before. Thank you for entertaining us. At least you didn't' say your dog ate your notebook. You may take a seat. I'll be watching you closely. I want you to know that."

I realized that this was Johnny's doing as well. I was starting to enjoy it. I found myself smiling a lot these days, while I haven't smiled in forever after Johnny and Dally died. Even though Johnny wasn't here, I still felt his presence, and that meant the world to me.

During my lunch break, I stepped outside for a smoke. Our school building was being repainted from the outside. There were buckets of paint everywhere. I had to be careful while walking, so I wouldn't accidently knock a bucket of paint over. I noticed three socs get out of the school building, and then line up under the roof by the right wing of the building. They were out for a smoke too. I really hoped they weren't going to start anything. I was not in the mood for it now.

So they were standing by the right wing of the building smoking, and I was by the left wing. I was watching them to make sure I had enough time to run if they were going to approach me. All of the sudden, though I saw buckets of paint being thrown on them from the roof. They were clearly taken aback by that. They were covered in paint head to toe. They cursed loudly, and waved their fists at the roof. They were furious, but they looked so pathetic. They tried to take the paint off their faces, but they only messed it up even more. I was cracking up by then.

I was in such a good mood that I thought I'd cook dinner, when I get home. But when I got home, dinner was already cooked and chocolate cake made. It was mashed potatoes and backed chicken – Darry's favorite.

Soon enough Soda got home. He looked at the food, then went right for chocolate cake. He took a bite. "Good," he approved, "just not enough sugar in the icing." Leave it to Soda, and he'll put gazillion teaspoons of sugar in the icing.

Soon after that Darry got home as well. He was visibly pleased when he saw dinner cooked already.

"Which one of you cooked?" he asked.

"It was all Pony," Soda replied, starting to set the table.

"Thank you for this," Darry said. "I'm really glad you are getting back to normal. I was starting to think you wouldn't." Thank Johnny not me, I thought, but obviously I didn't say anything, just grinned from ear to ear.

Later that night I took the photo of the gang from my desk. "Thank you Johnny," I whispered, "for everything."