Hello everyone, welcome to the minds of Heaven and Angel Marquin. This was just a little something we came up with one day. Based on yet another of my paranoid thoughts. Because she IS paranoid. I don't buy into the whole thing. She's crazy. ...So? Without my paranoia, we might not have this story. What then? Shut up. Anyway! We used to like Hanson, believe it or not. This is the very first thing we're posting on this, so we hope you like it. Maybe someone else will agree with my conspiricy theory. ...Doubtful. Shut up.
Disclaimer: We own no one from The Outsiders, nor do I own the song "Yearbook". They belong to S. E. Hinton and Hanson respectively. We think the idea is our's, but then again, it might not be.
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It just wasn't the same. No matter how much I wanted it to be the same, it wasn't. No Johnny, no Dally... It was all so... different. Like someone had taken a knife and cut out a big part of my life. All around me, school buzzed alive and people laughed, but I wasn't laughing. There wasn't anything to laugh about. How could the be so insensitive? How could they not care about the tragedy? Some of them had known Johnny or Dallas, yet they just carried on like nothing happened. It seemed as if I was the only one in the world who hurt. Maybe I was. Maybe I hurt enough for everyone and they didn't feel because I felt too much.
The yearbooks came in a week before summer vacation. When the teacher called my name, I went up to the front to collect mine, trying to ignore the whispers as I passed through the rows of seats. Did they think I didn't hear them? I knew what they were saying. 'There goes that boy who was in that fire.' 'Yeah, the other two died.' 'They were hoods.' 'One of them killed Bob.' With a sympathetic look, the teacher handed me my book. Everyone looked at me like that nowadays. I couldn't stand it. I went back to my seat and went thumbing through the pages.
Something was making me turn to that section. I knew I shouldn't. It hadn't even been a whole year since it happened, but I still had to look. I knew it would be in there. Somehow, I knew. There it was in bold black letters. 'Johnny Cade. Picture Unavailable.' Well, what had I expected? An answer to all of my problems? If only it were that easy...
Lunch didn't come quick enough that day. I walked out to the parking lot with Two-Bit and Steve, silent as usual, and went into the store to get a Pepsi. I barely tasted it as I chugged it. Thinking of Johnny always took the taste away from my food or drinks. There were times I wondered why that happened. Silence sat thick between us in the car. Two-Bit and Steve knew I got like this every once in awhile when I thought about Johnny. They didn't bother me none about it, and for that I was greatful. I needed these little moments of silence.
I sat through the rest of my classes pretty quiet that day. Johnny was on my mind. 'Stay gold,' he had said. I knew I would never forget those words. Never in my whole life.
The sun shone brightly as I truged my way home. Track practice ran late and I didn't have a ride. The day could have been worse, I suppose. At least it was warm and bright. This time, I didn't forget my shoes. I hummed some random Elvis song as I walked on my way.
"Ponyboy! Hey, wait up!"