Ugh; I am so upset that I can't make this chapter any better, (I actually like editing chapters, almost way too much.) So, I'm done. I've had many of my friends check it over and stuff and they said they liked this chapter so I hope you all too.


Uncle Darry dropped us off before he headed to work and Linda skipped happily into the building. I wonder what she was all excited about; it was just a big place filled with boring books for people who wanted, "common knowledge" which clearly wasn't me. She headed quickly to the non-fiction area and grabbed a huge armful of books before setting them down in the working stations, you know, with the big comfy chairs and the tables.
"I hate my school," she stated once she sat down. "If only I waited till summer started, then, I wouldn't be in this mess. Anyway, do me a favor and look up some information from the old newspapers over there." She pointed to an old worn out shelf which had rows and rows of huge sized books, papers sticking out here and there and all of them dated; all the way back to the 1920s. I started walking over and picked them all up from the shelf and sat across from Linda. She was already hard at work; wearing her big glasses. She even clipped her hair back and was leaning over a book and writing down on another piece of paper of it's contents. I picked a random book from the stack and started looking through. There were pictures of people dancing in a high school with the title, "Will Rogers: Class of 1961" and many pictures of the president, car accidents, (which interested me so I read them). There was even an article about Elvis! I was so consumed in information that Linda tapped my shoulder and asked, "are you jotting anything down while you read your way through the 1960s and into the 1970s?"
"Oh sorry, it just kind of sucked me in. Did you know Elvis is in here?" I flipped to a new page where there was a picture of a car stuck on the tracks. Linda sighed and said, "Just find some more interesting stuff and either write it down or mark it so we can photocopy it." I nodded but was already reading about the accident.

Stuck on Track
By: Lucas Sullivan

An accident occurred in Tulsa, Oklahoma last night when a car was stuck on train tracks. The victims were hit from the left side of the car, hitting the male victim first. There was no way they could move and after the husband was hit; the train continued to squish the car until the female victim was then killed. The victims were identified as Darrel and Evelyn Curtis, on their way home to see their kids who at the time were under the care of their older brother, Darrel Curtis JR. He was contacted at around 4:30 in the morning still awake and waiting for his parents to come home.
'I thought something was wrong,' stated Darrel Curtis JR when he was identifying his parents. 'So I sent my younger brothers to bed and stayed up watching TV. I called their hotel and everything. Then an investigator came to my door and told me I had to come here. I never thought I'd loose my parents before.' Darrel Curtis JR stated that he will be going to court to file for custody of his younger brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy, who were curious to know what was going on.
'Darry came home the next day and our friends were over all about to go to school when Darry told us we could stay home for the day. Our friends left and that's when he told us that our parents were dead,' said younger brother, Sodapop Curtis, who was very shaken and upset at the time. 'We were never expecting anything this bad to happen.'

I stopped then and re-read it several times. Our parents? In a newspaper? I looked up and tapped Linda on the arm.
"Does family history count?" I asked, giving away hints in my voice. She put a sheet of looseleaf in the book and took the newspaper indexes from me.

"Oh my," she said looking at the car wreck. "Who was in this?"

"Our grandparents," I answered. "They were stuck on the tracks and were basically almost compacted to the train." A smile appeared on her lips.

"A family research paper is a great idea! I'm sure that we can find births and deaths and our parents must have been in the newspapers more then once! Seth, you are such a genius; I can kiss you right now. In fact-" she reached across the table and quickly kissed my cheek. "I just did!" She got up from her seat and put away all the books she had and threw out the notes. "Let's start now!" She grabbed the book labeled, 'The 1970s: Newspaper Index' and started skimming through. I laughed at her and how enthused she was and I skipped down the years and continued looking. It turns out that Darry one a lot of football honor-ships when he was in high school, (yeah, I went all the way back to the beginning of the book) and Ponyboy was one of the smartest kids in his grade; he won awards and won the spelling bee when he was in second grade. I was surprised that Soda was hardly in the newspapers at all. There was only one article and it was in 1966 when the DX was robbed. They showed both him and someone else with reporters who were asking what the man looked like. Linda then found something really shocking.
"Seth, you're not gonna believe this!" Linda whispered. She shoved her 1970s newspaper index over mine and I immediately saw what she was talking about.

Main Hospital looses Patients!

By: Nancy Lowell

Elizabeth Curtis (22) went into the hospital and came out very upset that she would have to go into the hospital again tomorrow to have her baby removed.
"The baby had no heartbeat," she explained. "And the doctor said that it was his mistake and that if I went in earlier he could have stopped it." She told her husband Darrel Curtis Jr, who was at home with 1 year old Linda Curtis, who said that they would ask to bury their child to go and pay their respects. Because of this mistake; the hospital is discussing the topic of firing Dr. McFellan. Ever since this mistake; many of his patients moved to different hospital for, 'better care.'

"Woah," I said, shocked.

"I had a brother," Linda explained, I think to herself. Sh kept re-reading sentences and jotted down notes. She then went over to the copy machine and copied the page, sitting down to stare at it some more.
"You know, Linda; they might have not told you because they were trying to recover from it themselves. I'm sure they didn't mean it intentionally."

"Just keep looking up more stuff, Seth," she answered. She opened the book back up and continued skimming through. I continued looking though until I came across a picture of Uncle Ponyboy with two other people I've never seen before. Once I read through I looked over at Linda and told her, "Uncle Ponyboy is a hero!"
"Shh!" hissed the librarian sitting at her desk. I mouthed a quick 'sorry' to her and then looked at Linda; who already took the book from me and was reading.

"Oh, I've heard about Johnny and Dallas before," she said. "They were part of our parents gang when they were our age. They both died the same day; Johnny from severe burns and Dallas from, well, basically suicide."

"That's Johnny and Dallas?"

"Yep. That one with the sorta dark skin is Johnny, and the tougher looking one is Dallas. Uncle Pony sort of looks the same." I was impressed that Uncle Ponyboy would save them. I don't know what I'd do if I was him, mostly because I'd be afraid of burning to death myself. I looked over at Linda who still had her nose in the article and I tapped her shoulder.

"Why don't we go and visit Dallas and Johnny?" I asked. "I just think that if I'm gonna help you with this project; we'll need to know a little bit more about the people in our parents' gang." She shrugged and closed the newspaper index.
"Ok, but first; we'll need a ride, and I'm not all that sure of what Daddy will say when we ask him to go and see his dead friends' graves."