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Chapter three
Ponyboy sat there in the cemetery for a little while, thinking about all the people that could have killed his friends and family. One of the socs, he thought. He knew if it was a soc, it would probably be one of Bob's friends, but they had nothing against him or his family till Johnny killed Bob.
David, he thought, it must have been David, Bob's friend. What as his last name?
Pony got up, and went to his old high school. It had- like everything else- had changed. He went in, and to the office.
" Excuse me?" he asked the secretary. " Can I have a year book for the year 96?"
" Sure, let me go get it for you," she disappeared into an office, and returned with an old dusty, hard covered book.
" Here you go. Please return it when you're done," she handed him the book.
" Can I take this with me, so I can read it?" he asked.
" Sure, will you write down your name and phone number, just so incase your late returning it," the lady requested.
" Of coarse," Pony took out his pen and a pad of paper. " Here you go."
" Thank you," she said as he walked away.
Ponyboy took the old book to the library. He sat at an empty table, and started to look through the book.
After a little while of searching through the yearbook, he found a picture that matched. The name that went with the picture was David Hess.
He found a phone book at a pay phone, and searched under Hess. After a little while of searching, he found David Hess, and a phone number to go along with it. He punched the numbers in the phone till he heard it ringing from the other end.
" Hello, Hess residents," an unfamiliar female voice came from the other end of the phone.
" May I speak with David?" He asked.
" Sure, let me go get him for you," he waited.
" Hello, who is this?" A deep male voice asked.
" I'm Ponyboy Curtis," he said. He would have liked to say, " I have the wrong number" and hung up, but this was life or death; now or never.
" Ponyboy Curtis?" He asked. " I can't believe it. After all these years…is it really you?"
" Yeah," he said. To him, he sounded innocent, but who knew, he could have been the one responsible for all those deaths.
" Hey, David, do you want to meet somewhere some time," Pony asked. If he really was a murderer, he needed to meet him; get some proof that he actually did it.
" I… why…sure love to," he answered. " How about we meet at the park on Williams street in an hour."
Pony glanced at his watch.
" Okay, meet you there," he hung up the phone.
Pony decided to roam around town a little bit before going to the park. He hadn't been there in years.
Ponyboy was disappointed that his favorite childhood places weren't there. He was disappointed that the only things that stayed the same were that his brothers, parents, and best buddies were dead. Always dead. In a future of sitting in the ground as the dirt and worms decomposed them. Pony shook his head. It had been a long time since his loved ones died. I should be getting over it, he thought, but something wouldn't let him.
After a little bit of roaming the town, Pony glanced at his watch. It was almost time for him to meet David. He got in his car and sped down the road. He was trying to remember where Williams street was. Finally he found it. He walked into the park, and met a man who had tired worn out eyes. He looked about fifty, but Pony knew he was only in his early thirties.
" Ponyboy Curtis?" he asked.
" Yeah," He said.
" I'm sorry," he held out his hand for Pony to shake. He took it.
" I was young. I didn't mean to," Pony knew what he meant.
" It's okay," he said. He looked into David's eyes. They were starting to well up with tears. Then Pony knew this guy wasn't the guy who took many innocent lives. Maybe no one took innocent lives.
I shall stop there. I hope you liked it. Reviews are highly appreciated, and the bunnies are out to get me!
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