I think this will be the last chapter for this story. I might run through Soda's and Darry's POV again. There might be a sequel but don't count on it. Okay, I bet you want to read the story so I will stop rambling so you can.
Chapter eight, just incase you couldn't count
Steve's POV Gotta love him
I just found out Ponyboy, Soda's kid brother. Was dead. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. Even though he was only a kid, he was part of the gang. I pretended I didn't like him and most of the time I did. But I never wanted him dead. Yeah, he might follow Soda and me everywhere. He might be the biggest tag along in the state of Oklahoma, okay, the whole world, but he never deserved to die.
I thought of Soda. He loved that kid. He missed his parents something awful when they died. Now he lost his kid brother.
I felt tears swell up in my eyes. I was surprised. I had taught myself for the longest time not to cry. I thought I had forgotten how to cry, but apparently not. The tears dripped to the bridge of my nose and rolled down my cheek. I couldn't understand why I was crying. When my father told me to get out of the house, I took it. When the socs jumped my buddies, and me I took it. Why couldn't I take it then? I knew. If I couldn't take it, that would mean I was like Dallas; hard as rock and about as human.
I thought how Darry would take it. We all knew that Darry feared losing his brothers. That's why he was so protective over Ponyboy. I knew that Darry loved those kids more than anything. Losing one of them would kill him.
As the tears slid down my cheeks, I tried to picture Darry crying. Darry was tough. He had muscles and was a good fighter. But emotionally, he wasn't tough at all. I mean, he was tougher than Soda in that department. But still, he was a pretty sensitive guy.
I remembered that absent-minded kid. He looked just like Soda, but he didn't act too much like him. Soda was reckless. Ponyboy, was well, absent-minded and well, smart. Not that Soda wasn't. Ponyboy was book smart. Soda had common sense, which was the best kind of sense to have.
I knew Ponyboy was going to be some hotshot lawyer or something like that. But he didn't have any common sense and walked the streets late at night unarmed.
My tears evaporated, as my face grew hot with frustration. I was angry at the socs for killing a kid. He was just a kid.
" Just a kid," I kept on repeating to myself. He had barley lived to fourteen and he was dead. Dead. Just like that.
I felt like screaming. So I did. I screamed my anger and frustration out. I screamed so I wouldn't cry. I screamed and I sobbed and sobbed and screamed till everything was okay.
Okay, I hoped you liked it. Two or three more chapters and this story is over with. It should be over by March 17, 2005, which is Green Day. Get it? It's a pun. What do you like best: its or nips? Put your answers in with the reviews which are kindly appreciated.
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