Okay, here's chapter three! This one's in Ponyboy's POV...Sorry it took so long, but I had a huge case of writer's block! I wound up writing most of this during French class. Anyway, this is dedicated to master author Phoebe, my beta-reader, whose help and support `allowed this story to be written. Thanks Phoebe!
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Now on to the story, and don't forget to review!
It all started the day of Mom and Dads funeral. I was a little kid then, not even fourteen. I felt so sad, sadder than I would have ever thought possible, even with my wild imagination. But then, my parents were dead. I hadn't thought that possible either. I was crying before the funeral even began. My brother Sodapop put his arms around me and pulled me close, but that couldn't stop my tears from coming. I just hung on to my brother for all it was worth. Suddenly I began to feel terrified. I had never thought that my parents could die. But they had, and suddenly everyone else I loved was in danger, too. Darry, Soda, the gang, everyone. I felt Sodapop start to shake and I realized that he was crying too. He'd been so strong that it frightened me to see him break down. But he's only sixteen, I thought. Only three years older than I am. I tried to stop crying but it was hopeless. I sneaked a peek under Soda's arm at Darry. He wasn't crying, but I'd never seen him cry. But
there was such a sad look in his eyes. This must be so hard for him, I thought. He and Dad were so close...Now he's just twenty, with a full-time job and two boys to raise. But I knew that if anyone could do it, Darry could. He was so strong, so sure of himself. Darry gave Soda and me a half-hearted grin and then suddenly pulled us both close to him. I felt so safe there, safe for the first time since my parents' death. Listening to his heart pounding through his shirt, I knew we'd be okay. I thought to myself, it's gonna be alright now. As long as we stayed together, we'd be okay. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N- Well, that was even more horrible than last time...still, please review! Any suggestions on who to do next?
Disclaimer- I don't own, I don't earn, please don't sue me.
Now on to the story, and don't forget to review!
It all started the day of Mom and Dads funeral. I was a little kid then, not even fourteen. I felt so sad, sadder than I would have ever thought possible, even with my wild imagination. But then, my parents were dead. I hadn't thought that possible either. I was crying before the funeral even began. My brother Sodapop put his arms around me and pulled me close, but that couldn't stop my tears from coming. I just hung on to my brother for all it was worth. Suddenly I began to feel terrified. I had never thought that my parents could die. But they had, and suddenly everyone else I loved was in danger, too. Darry, Soda, the gang, everyone. I felt Sodapop start to shake and I realized that he was crying too. He'd been so strong that it frightened me to see him break down. But he's only sixteen, I thought. Only three years older than I am. I tried to stop crying but it was hopeless. I sneaked a peek under Soda's arm at Darry. He wasn't crying, but I'd never seen him cry. But
there was such a sad look in his eyes. This must be so hard for him, I thought. He and Dad were so close...Now he's just twenty, with a full-time job and two boys to raise. But I knew that if anyone could do it, Darry could. He was so strong, so sure of himself. Darry gave Soda and me a half-hearted grin and then suddenly pulled us both close to him. I felt so safe there, safe for the first time since my parents' death. Listening to his heart pounding through his shirt, I knew we'd be okay. I thought to myself, it's gonna be alright now. As long as we stayed together, we'd be okay. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N- Well, that was even more horrible than last time...still, please review! Any suggestions on who to do next?