Epilogue.
Starry Rose smiled at Johnny, and rested her hand on her pregnant belly. This was there first child, and she loved it. They walked into the Curtis' house. It was funny, only Pony lived there and she still thought of it as the Curtis'. Soda and Lily were already there. There daughter Eloise was sitting down looking board. She was 12 years old.
"Finally, some one comes." She said. Starry Rose smiled; she had been just like that, when she was young. She sat down and Lily sat next to her. They got into a big discussion about names for the baby. Pony and Whitney walked out, there two small twins Tia and Johnny smiled.
"Aunty Starry!" she cried out happily. She saw Dally walk through the door with Two-Bit. Two-Bit's wife Betty looked around bored. She was so different than two-bit. I smiled at Steve as he came in with Evie, his little sons Darry, and James walked over to Eloise.
"Stevie." I said walking over. "Reminds you of us when we were young, don't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it does." When everyone arrived we ate. I loved the feeling of family. It was so different from us. The kids who grew up without a family. So different from the girl who got into fights, and beat the crap outta several boys.
10 years later.
Dear Becca,
Becca and I went for a walk in the graveyard today. We stopped to say hello to Darry. She misses him. It is hard for her to be a single mother. Little Dally is growing by leaps and bounds. It amazes me how different our lives were. I grew up raised by boys; he'll grow up raised by parents. Eloise is quite a girl. She wears dresses and skirts so much it makes my head spin. The fights have died down, but I can't, won't ever forgive the socials. And I hope Dally never finds my diary, which contains all my pain. Becca gave me back her Becca book. Says it's like a diary, it tells my whole life up to when she came back. This is gonna be my last entry, you've stood by me for years little book, through every social fight, my foster home. Angel moved away to New York, I miss her but I will live. Good bye little book, and thank you.
Starry Rose Randel