The Letter

Four years ago, Sandy told Soda that she was pregnant. She said she had cheated on him, but he still asked her to marry him anyway. The wistful look in her eyes told him she wanted to, but her parents had already arranged for her to live with her grandparents in Florida. She was gone the next day

It was the second worst week of Soda's life, after the death of his parents. His younger brother, Ponyboy, and a good friend, Johnny, disappeared after Johnny killed that Soc kid. Then Johnny and their friend Dallas died. Sandy leaving didn't help his emotional state any. She gave him her grandparents' address scrawled on a piece of paper when she came to say that she was going. Soda didn't think her parents even knew she came to tell him goodbye.

He wrote her several letters just after she left, telling her that he missed her and still wanted to be part of her life and the baby's life, even if it wasn't his baby. He sent her homemade cards for her birthday and tried to guess when the baby was born to send cards. All of it was returned, unopened. The futility he felt was driving him out of his mind. His brothers, Darry and Ponyboy, told him to just let her go. His best friend, Steve, told him to forget her; she's gone. So Soda wrote her again, one final note:

Sandy-

I really want to call you, but I know that it's not right. I probably shouldn't tell you, but I dreamed of you last night. Out of every girl I meet, no other can compete, I'd ditch them all for you. I know you don't believe you mean this much to me but I promise that you do. I'm sorry I wasn't right for you. I would have done anything for you. I guess that it wasn't meant to be. I quit pretending you were in love with me. I guess that I'm wrong for falling in love, but you're still the one I'm dreaming of. Your arms in mine, anytime. I wouldn't trade anything. You're still my everything. And if you're ever in Tulsa again, come visit. Me and the boys are always here for you. This is the last of my letters until I see you again. Take care.

Love,

Sodapop Curtis.

He wrapped the note around five $20 bills, stuffed them into an envelope, and put them out for the mail. It was the one letter he never had returned to him. But Sandy never wrote back; she never called.

(a/n: the letter is a combination of Get Up Kids and Ataris lyrics)