Chapter 9
Before Angel knew it, her birthday arrived. December 22. She walked down to the cemetery and stood before a huge grave. The names read: Damian Joesph and Lara Heaven Marquin.
"Hi Dad," Angel whispered. "Hi Mom. How are you?"
Of course, there was no answer.
"Sorry I haven't been to see you...ever. I just never left New York. I know that I haven't turned out to be the daughter that you wanted me to be, but I guess that's what happens when you're an orphan in New York. I would try to change, but I don't really know how I should act. And I like my freedom. I wish that things happened different. I wish that you were still here with me," she whispered, her eyes starting to tear. "But,I know that can't happen. Sometimes I can't even remember what your voices sound like. Forgive me for not turning out the way that you would have wanted. By the way,Mom, I'm seeing this really nice boy. His name is Johnny. We're alike in so many ways that it's kinda weird. We're both outcasts and such. But he's quiet. No one will tell me why, so I don't know.
"It's so weird that on my birthday that you...well,you know. Sometimes, I wish that I could now go back in time and stop that gunman. I could take him now and you guys would be with me again. Well,I guess I should get going. I've already missed dinner and I still need to run a few errands. I'll come and see you guys again. That's a promise. I love you guys with all of my heart."
She zipped up her leather jacket and walked down the street. She wasn't giving her full attention to where she was going, but somehow knew. She entered a big building.
A few hours later, she came out of the building and came around the corner. She found Charles was waiting for her and rolled her eyes. He soon fell in step with her.
"What were you doing in the bank," he asked.
"That's where I was," she asked, keeping her eyes on the pavement.
"Don't play dumb. What were you doing, holding it up or something?"
"Yeah," she replied sarcasticly,"that's what I was doing. Why don't you go home and check on your dog? Maybe I stole him for ransom."
"Whatever,little girl. But I'm keeping my eyes on you."
He turned down a different street and she continued on to the street to the floral shop. She bought some flowers and put them on her parents' graves.
She looked at some houses near Soda and Ponyboy's. Nothing there that looked good to her. She didn't even bother looking at houses on the Socs's side of town. She was assocating with the Greasers so now she was considered as one of them, which was perfectly alright with her since she didn't want to be a stuck-up Soc anyhow.
Before Angel knew it, her birthday arrived. December 22. She walked down to the cemetery and stood before a huge grave. The names read: Damian Joesph and Lara Heaven Marquin.
"Hi Dad," Angel whispered. "Hi Mom. How are you?"
Of course, there was no answer.
"Sorry I haven't been to see you...ever. I just never left New York. I know that I haven't turned out to be the daughter that you wanted me to be, but I guess that's what happens when you're an orphan in New York. I would try to change, but I don't really know how I should act. And I like my freedom. I wish that things happened different. I wish that you were still here with me," she whispered, her eyes starting to tear. "But,I know that can't happen. Sometimes I can't even remember what your voices sound like. Forgive me for not turning out the way that you would have wanted. By the way,Mom, I'm seeing this really nice boy. His name is Johnny. We're alike in so many ways that it's kinda weird. We're both outcasts and such. But he's quiet. No one will tell me why, so I don't know.
"It's so weird that on my birthday that you...well,you know. Sometimes, I wish that I could now go back in time and stop that gunman. I could take him now and you guys would be with me again. Well,I guess I should get going. I've already missed dinner and I still need to run a few errands. I'll come and see you guys again. That's a promise. I love you guys with all of my heart."
She zipped up her leather jacket and walked down the street. She wasn't giving her full attention to where she was going, but somehow knew. She entered a big building.
A few hours later, she came out of the building and came around the corner. She found Charles was waiting for her and rolled her eyes. He soon fell in step with her.
"What were you doing in the bank," he asked.
"That's where I was," she asked, keeping her eyes on the pavement.
"Don't play dumb. What were you doing, holding it up or something?"
"Yeah," she replied sarcasticly,"that's what I was doing. Why don't you go home and check on your dog? Maybe I stole him for ransom."
"Whatever,little girl. But I'm keeping my eyes on you."
He turned down a different street and she continued on to the street to the floral shop. She bought some flowers and put them on her parents' graves.
She looked at some houses near Soda and Ponyboy's. Nothing there that looked good to her. She didn't even bother looking at houses on the Socs's side of town. She was assocating with the Greasers so now she was considered as one of them, which was perfectly alright with her since she didn't want to be a stuck-up Soc anyhow.