A Special Thanks to:

My reading teacher, for assigning the assignment that got this story started and for making us read The Outsiders

My sister, for inspiring me to go against what is expected and kill your favorite character

S.E Hinton, for writing this classic story on which my story is based on

EverythingHappensForAReason, for reading my story. You're a great friend, and it really meant a lot that you read this

All who read my story

All who reviewed my story, especially those who gave constructive critism and constructive praise.

Things that I would like to point out:

I tried to take a different look at the characters. I liked the look I gave Two-Bit. Him being more of the brother type in this story rather than just the joker. I liked making Darry a little more affectionate in this story than he is in the book. I thought that that was acceptable, since something like that tends to change a person.

Yes, I did kill Darry. Many of you are probably asking "Why?". Well, I'll tell you. As much as you all (except autotrophismistheanswer) begged me to not kill Darry, I had it set in my mind that I was going to kill him. Why? Because I knew that deep down none of you really expected me to kill him.

I didn't have much symbolism. I'm not very good at that. I'll work on it.

In chapter 8, where it says:

"Memory of the night Mom and Dad died. Darry decided to keep us, though it meant no college for him.

Memory of the night after the funeral of Mom and Dad. It was the first night I had a nightmare. I had woken up screaming. The first person in the room was Darry.

Memory of my first jumping. The whole gang had come running. Darry had been the one who pulled me to my feet.

Memory of the night Johnny killed Bob. Darry had been the one who had hit me. He'd never meant to.

Memory of my first night home since Windrixville. Darry had been the one who told the reporters to back off. Darry had been the one who'd carry me to bed that night.

Memory of the rumble. Darry didn't want me to fight. Darry had knocked away that one Soc that was slugging the daylights outta me.

Memory of when I was sick. Darry had looked after me. Darry had taken time away from the much needed work.

Memory of when Soda had ran out on us after we were arguing. We had finally reached an understanding of one another.

Memory of last night. Darry had saved my life. "Over my dead body…" "

I hadn't realized until I wrote that all that Darry did for Ponyboy in the book.

Now, I might publish a sequel, but I am going to need some convincing. Tell me if you honestly think (either way) if I should write a sequel. If I do, I promise that the entire story isn't going to be mourning, mourning, and more mourning. There will be some other stuff in there too. And I will probably have more Steve….I dunno. You tell me! Should I?

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