Pony's POV
Chapter 15
I had slept through the alarm clock, which was no big surprise. However, when Soda woke me up, I was in for a bit of a shocker. He told me that the social workers were serious, and that we were being picked up at nine! Of course, that was why Darry had packed our stuff after the phone call!
At this, I normally would have been angry, obviously, but an hour and a half of sleep doesn't help you create the most emphatic responses to things. I quickly got dressed and ate, as is also usual, but the morning continued to feel wrong.
At eight, all three of us sat around as if awaiting our executions. The fact that none of us had anything to say became painfully evident when we actually did try to carry out a conversation. It was incredibly pathetic. However, I think we did fairly well for three people with 5 hours of sleep between them. The hour dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, yet when it ended, we wanted it to keep going.
There was no way this was really happening; it all seemed so surreal. Then I saw the cars waiting outside to steal Soda and me. There were two of them. We were not moving to one place, but two separate towns! They were two townships in New Jersey. Livingston was my destination; Short Hills was Soda's.
Then I immediately thought of my nightmares. Recently, since Dally's death, I have had them a couple times, and I knew that in a foreign place I would surely have one. How could I live through this without either of my brothers? I started breathing hard and tried desperately to hold back the imminent tears. I flipped around as I stifled them, so Darry and Soda wouldn't see my face.
Then Darry came up behind me, and said something right into my ear. "Go, I will get you back." He wanted to make this quick, but I don't really know why. He never cried, so he didn't know my predicament. But I have long since given up being mad at Darry for not being exactly like me. I was a little mad at him, though. This was his fault. But no, it was mine too.
This realization made me even sadder. In the car, I waved to Darry until I couldn't see him anymore. It didn't seem like he even saw me, he just stared out in my direction. I then found out that tears were dripping down my cheeks. This new awareness made me break down and sob until I got to the airport.
Chapter 15
I had slept through the alarm clock, which was no big surprise. However, when Soda woke me up, I was in for a bit of a shocker. He told me that the social workers were serious, and that we were being picked up at nine! Of course, that was why Darry had packed our stuff after the phone call!
At this, I normally would have been angry, obviously, but an hour and a half of sleep doesn't help you create the most emphatic responses to things. I quickly got dressed and ate, as is also usual, but the morning continued to feel wrong.
At eight, all three of us sat around as if awaiting our executions. The fact that none of us had anything to say became painfully evident when we actually did try to carry out a conversation. It was incredibly pathetic. However, I think we did fairly well for three people with 5 hours of sleep between them. The hour dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, yet when it ended, we wanted it to keep going.
There was no way this was really happening; it all seemed so surreal. Then I saw the cars waiting outside to steal Soda and me. There were two of them. We were not moving to one place, but two separate towns! They were two townships in New Jersey. Livingston was my destination; Short Hills was Soda's.
Then I immediately thought of my nightmares. Recently, since Dally's death, I have had them a couple times, and I knew that in a foreign place I would surely have one. How could I live through this without either of my brothers? I started breathing hard and tried desperately to hold back the imminent tears. I flipped around as I stifled them, so Darry and Soda wouldn't see my face.
Then Darry came up behind me, and said something right into my ear. "Go, I will get you back." He wanted to make this quick, but I don't really know why. He never cried, so he didn't know my predicament. But I have long since given up being mad at Darry for not being exactly like me. I was a little mad at him, though. This was his fault. But no, it was mine too.
This realization made me even sadder. In the car, I waved to Darry until I couldn't see him anymore. It didn't seem like he even saw me, he just stared out in my direction. I then found out that tears were dripping down my cheeks. This new awareness made me break down and sob until I got to the airport.