I will update cause I'm bored, and I'm bored, and cause if I don't do this right now, most likely it will never get done.
Disclaimer: Refer to chapter one
Chapter three
Ponyboy had just entered the Tulsa city limits, the city he had spent his childhood in. he looked around. Nothing was the same. The gas station where his brother used to work when he was a teenager had been demolished for new buildings. He sped down to look at his old house. It was still there, but several rooms had been added. An elderly couple lived there now.
Ponyboy took a deep breath, and wandered into the west side. Houses that where there when he was a child where gone now. New houses took the pace of old.
He drove on till he came to the cemetery. Not even that stayed the same. New gravestones where added, and it was starting to get crowed. Ponyboy got out of his car. He walked into the cemetery. More than one loved one was buried here.
The first people he visited were his mom and dad. They died when he was only thirteen, just a little kid. He sat and looked at his parents' gravestone-It was actually two gravestones molded together. They wanted to be buried together- Ivy and leaves buried the small headstone. He brushed them off, and went to visit another close family member.
He walked until he came toward the weeping willow. To mourn my brother's death, Pony thought. His brother, Sodapop had been shot in the Vietnam War in 72. He missed his brother terribly. They had always been so close, like best friends. He brushed more ivy and leaves from his gravestone. No body visited him anymore. He took one last look at the grave before passing on to see his other brother.
" Darrel Shayne Curtis Jr. Some superman's don't last forever," The tombstone read. He had picked that out himself. After Soda died, it was just too much for him. Ponyboy tried to stop him, but it was too late. When he came home from work, he was already dead. The police dismissed as suicide, but somehow, Pony knew differently.
He walked to his old ' buddy's' tombstone. Dallas Winston wasn't exactly someone you'd call you're buddy, but Ponyboy missed him something awful. Again, like the rest, he cleared the ivy, and the leaves away, but this didn't have as much as the others. In fact, it barley had any at all. Somebody must have been visiting Dallas, but who would. He didn't have any friends, or family outside the gang, and the gang moved on.
He shrugged it off, and went to the last person he knew in the cemetery, Johnny Cade. Johnny died the same night Dallas got shot down by the cops. Johnny died gallant, and Dallas died a hoodlum. But Dallas died gallant too in his own way.
Johnny was Ponyboy's best buddy. He took mighty hard when he died. Everyone inside the gang did too.
Pony knew his family was in danger. Why? He didn't know, but somebody had killed his friends and family in a way that made it look like an accident. He knew that Katie and Caleb were in danger, and he needed to act fast. He knew where to begin, and that's why he was there.
I hoped you liked it. That may explain why he left. Comments are appreciated and the bunnies are out to get me,
Blame it on the government