Title: Splendid
Rating: PG-13 for some language.
Summary: A series of short speeches/ thoughts the Greasers have.
TWO-BIT
"Nothings ever going to be the same again.....I know that, I realize it, but what can I say? Nothing I can will fix what has happened....This tragedy, this devastation. Two of my close friends.....are gone. You must think I'm being passive about this.
You must think I care more about my fuckin' switch-blade than I do about my fellow Greasers.
But again, what can I say?
Must I cry in front of everyone? Like a baby, like a child that everyone comes to think of me as.
Must I tell them I do almost every night?
That my old lady, holds me in her arms and whispers, "Ssh, baby, it's going to be alright, let it out"
Do I!? Do I have to say to them that the jokester sometimes falls into wonder?
Wonder......of how they are?
Where the hell they are?
And how's it like?
Being gone. Away from this damn place.
I don't understand most of it, really.
I've been in 12th grade for as long as I can remember and I still don't get it.
How someone can be here one moment.
Fine, actually talking to some cute Socs, then gone, forever.
I don't get, how you lose one friend......then another.
Why did he have to go kill himself?
Why? Why couldn't he have gone to us?
He had called Darry. For help, but when we finally did get to him, I realize he had planned "this" all along.
Dallas Winston *wanted * to die that night.
It shouldn't be like this.
It *can't * be like this!!
It has to stop.....
This madness, this fuckin' madness.
The rivalry.
It lights a bonfire inside of you, it blinds you and all you want to do is....fight, maybe even kill.
I know I hate the Socs as much as the next Greaser....
But this time, they crossed the line.
The big-red-fuckin' line!!!!!!!
Rating: PG-13 for some language.
Summary: A series of short speeches/ thoughts the Greasers have.
TWO-BIT
"Nothings ever going to be the same again.....I know that, I realize it, but what can I say? Nothing I can will fix what has happened....This tragedy, this devastation. Two of my close friends.....are gone. You must think I'm being passive about this.
You must think I care more about my fuckin' switch-blade than I do about my fellow Greasers.
But again, what can I say?
Must I cry in front of everyone? Like a baby, like a child that everyone comes to think of me as.
Must I tell them I do almost every night?
That my old lady, holds me in her arms and whispers, "Ssh, baby, it's going to be alright, let it out"
Do I!? Do I have to say to them that the jokester sometimes falls into wonder?
Wonder......of how they are?
Where the hell they are?
And how's it like?
Being gone. Away from this damn place.
I don't understand most of it, really.
I've been in 12th grade for as long as I can remember and I still don't get it.
How someone can be here one moment.
Fine, actually talking to some cute Socs, then gone, forever.
I don't get, how you lose one friend......then another.
Why did he have to go kill himself?
Why? Why couldn't he have gone to us?
He had called Darry. For help, but when we finally did get to him, I realize he had planned "this" all along.
Dallas Winston *wanted * to die that night.
It shouldn't be like this.
It *can't * be like this!!
It has to stop.....
This madness, this fuckin' madness.
The rivalry.
It lights a bonfire inside of you, it blinds you and all you want to do is....fight, maybe even kill.
I know I hate the Socs as much as the next Greaser....
But this time, they crossed the line.
The big-red-fuckin' line!!!!!!!