A/N: a thousand apologies for the delay. but i dont know the book as well as the back of my hand yet and i was loaning my book to a friend. so for those of you who have been anticipating it, here's the next chapter of Its Hard Being a Greaser! enjoy!
We walked home in silence. I knew those Socs. They had beat me up in the vacant lot all those months ago. The memories came flooding back in one giant sweep. I could tell Ponyboy was itching to ask me something. But I'm glad he didn't.
Eventually, Tow-Bit went home, leaving me and Ponyboy to gaze at the stars, stretched out on our backs in the vacant lot. It was cold and I wondered vaguely if Ponyboy was cold in his sweatshirt with the sleeves cut short. The only thing visible besides the stars was the glowing of our cigarettes against the black sky.
"It's because we're greasers," I mumbled, referring to Cherry. "We could have hurt her reputation."
"I reckon," Ponyboy responded.
"Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff."
"Big-time Socs."
I suddenly felt the need to talk to Pony about more than tuff cars and big-time Socs.
"I can't take much more," I whispered. "I'll kill myself or something. I wont but it seems like there's gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs. Just plain ordinary people who don't fight or argue just to have something to argue about."
I fell asleep listening to Ponyboy ramble on and on about the country. There were no Socs or greasers there…
I was walking in a field of daisies and green grass. It wasn't dead and yellow; it was so green and full. It was beautiful. I knew in a moment where I was. I was in the country. The rolling hills and swaying trees told me that. Ponyboy was walking toward me, slightly slouching, hands in pockets. I waved at him and he waved as he came closer. He waved back and smiled. He looked a lot like Sodapop when he smiled like that.
"Hey, Ponyboy," I said. But he didn't reply. He just stood there, hands in pockets with that slightly lopsided grin on his face. He was so still. He didn't even blink. Something was seriously wrong. I reached out to touch him and his face began to crack like a mirror hit with a rock. It shattered into thousands of pieces. Then, the scenery began to fall in the same manner. And I fell into a deep, dark hole…
I sat up with a start. It was just a dream.
"Wake up, Ponyboy," I said, shaking the sleeping figure a little.
"Glory, what time is it?" he asked sitting up.
"I don't know. You put me to sleep with your rambling. But you go on home. I think I'm gonna stay out here all night." It wasn't as if my parents would care. Ponyboy got up to leave. That boy must be freezing, I thought.
I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. But I knew that it was no use. So I stared up at the stars, letting my thoughts run away with me. I tried to think of a time when I was really happy, but nothing came to mind. There were times I'd laughed with the gang. But I wasn't truly happy. It was all a mask, a big lie. I was fooling the gang and trying to fool myself. I was fooling everyone. Except maybe Ponyboy.
Speaking of whom. Ponyboy came running back to the lot. He was still in that sweatshirt with the short sleeves.
"Come on, Johnny," he said. "We're running away." I didn't ask questions. I just got up and followed him. We ran until we came to the park. The fountain was going. We sat atop the jungle gym for a while just talking. Actually, Pony was doing most of the talking. And I couldn't believe what he was saying. Darry had hit him! Darryl Curtis, of all people. It would be different had it been Dallas. But Darry was usually pretty calm. We were sitting there on the jungle gym when a car horn's blast made us both jump. A blue Mustang came around the corner…
Sorry it was kinda short. but, i felt like this was a good place to stop because its my way of making you want to read more! LOL. so, now that you're hooked, be looking foward to further chapters. im still open to any and all suggestions so you know what to do. review! Review! REVIEW!
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