"Since you cannot meet the needs of your brothers, Ponyboy and Sodapop Curtis will be taken into the custody of the state." The words rang in Darry Curtis's ears, echoing in the hollowness of his mind.
What was there to live for now? He had nothing except his brothers and now, they were gone. All gone. He thought of the house where so many good memories were made. That was gone too. He had sold all of his belongings for money. With only a few bucks and the clothes on his back, he walked into the world, scared and afraid and very, very lonely.
" Patrick, Michael, I am so glad to have you here," came a loud female voice as the two brothers walked into a house. It was large with a high ceiling and many pictures hung on the walls.
Ponyboy looked to his brother, Sodapop, for support, but all the elder brother did was shrug. Perhaps the lady had gotten the wrong children. She was probably looking for two boys named Patrick and Michael.
" You two are quiet, aren't you," the lady laughed.
" I think you've gotten the wrong kids," Sodapop blurted out.
" What?" the lady asked. " I think not. Patrick and Michael Curtis, right?"
" Well, no," Ponyboy answered shyly. "We're Ponyboy and Sodapop Curtis."
The lady laughed, her fat rippling under her loose blouse. The sight sickened the two boys.
"Those names… they are quite the nicknames. They told me you liked to be called that, but I didn't believe them. Well, I don't do nicknames. I shall call you by the names your parents gave you."
" But-," Sodapop began, but the lady cut him off.
" I don't do nicknames. And by the way, you may call me Miss Laura."
" Or Miss Stupid Head," Muttered Soda to Pony under his breath. Ponyboy snickered.
" I hope you two aren't whispering," shouted Miss Laura. " 'Tis so rude."
" No ma'am," Said Sodapop.
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