Hey, what do ya know? I'm updating! I have just gotten through with an argument about the finer points of Mickey Mouse with the world's biggest idiot. Well, anyway, randomly breaks out in song.

Disclaimer: What you are about to read is written entirely by myself; I didn't have any help from S.E Hinton! Well, I can dream, can't I? Oh well, I don't own anything.

Chapter 7

Dally's pov

The kid was dead. So what. It's not like I didn't see it. Nobody in our neighbourhood lives live past twenty-five. They all get shot down by the cops, or in Pony's case gets killed by the socs. It was only a matter of time. I knew it. Darry knew. Everybody knew it.

I had decided to leave the Curtis's house as soon as I found out. It was a family matter, and I sure as heck was not family. I was now nearing the park. It was where Pony died. Where the socs killed him. It was where his dreams died.

I didn't feel any sympathy for the kid. I know I sound like a heartless fool. Well, that's what I am, aren't I? I was just glad it wasn't Johnny, though. I didn't want to think about if it were Johnny. I wasn't attached to anything, and I tried not to be, but Johnny, he was a kid brother to me. We were as close as brothers, too. Pony and I weren't. Yeah, he was an okay kid, but I wouldn't call us brothers. Just another buddy.

I looked down at the fountain. It was where Pony was drowned. A cop was looking at it. I recognized him. He was that cop that questioned Johnny. He was probably trying to figure out what the night before. He probably wouldn't have any luck.

I turned around, and continued to walk down the street. I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I went to the Curtis's. I seriously considered finding someone to fight with. Maybe I would later. Right now everyone was recovering from hangovers, and it wouldn't be till later that night when I could really catch some action.

I was at the doorstep, and walked in. it was a pitiful sight. Everyone was crying. Even Darry. It was pitiful. It made me want to start to bawl myself. I didn't dare to, though. I was a tough hood. Tough hoods don't cry.

Sorry it's so short, but you really can't say that much about Dally. I hope you liked it, and reviews are appreciated!

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