Chapter 10: A Visit
The next morning I woke up to see everyone moving around as usual. Soda walked back to the back. I guessed he was going to talk to Jack about the blood test. Danny and I had a little chat again.
"What all did you get into when you were younger?" asked Danny.
"I used to do the usual things. You know, smoke, drink, rob, fight. Did you do any of that?"
"Except smoking and drinking, and well… partially robbed. That's only if I needed to. Well, what all do you plan to do now that you're out?"
"I gotta get my liscense and a job. But I pretty much want to get my life together now. I'm staying out of trouble."
"That's good. I don't want you gone at all."
At that moment, all the teens walked up.
"See you," said Danny.
"See you."
As they all walked out the door. Soda had a while before he went to his job. He sat down beside me on the couch.
"How'd it go?" I asked him.
"It's fine. We're gonna get the test later on. Go ahead and get cleaned up. I'll give you a ride to the DMV."
"Alright."
I got up and took my shower. As I got out and put my clothes on. I went through my bag looking for a decent shirt. All I had on was my white beater. I took a glance at my fireball. I forgot to show everyone this. I had on a shirt when I walked outside the gate. The phone rang then. I picked the phone and answered.
"Hello."
"Trix?"
"Yeah."
"Hey. This is Darry."
"What's up bro."
"Nothing right now. Hey, I don't have much time, but I'm going to visit in a little bit. I'll call y'all later. I've got a break from school coming up."
"Alright. How was law school when you went?"
"It was a little tough, but you know your big bro. Hey, I've gotta go. Talk to you later."
"Alright. Bye."
I put down the phone and saw Soda and Pony standing there.
"Who was that?" asked Ponyboy.
"It was Darry. He's got a break coming up and he's gonna run by here."
"Oh. That's good," started Soda. Then he noticed the design on my arm.
"Hey, when'd you get that?"
"Got it in Atlanta," I answered. "I got this because people said I was on fire when I played poker."
"That's nice looking," said Ponyboy.
"I've got one too," said Sodapop pulling up his sleeve. It showed a picture of an actual Soda can. I had to laugh. Good ol' Soda.
Soda gave me a ride to the DMV and I passed the test. I really didn't have a problem. Later on that night, we all were watching a movie with C. Thomas Howell called "The Hitcher" (note: I like that one). Suddenly the doorbell rang and Cathy answered it. I had to double glance at the door. There were two cops.