SODAPOP'S POV
"Damn it, Soda. Why do you have to do so bad in school? Can't you at least try to do good?"
"What do you think I'm doing? Being lazy and slacking off?"
"Now don't start raising your voice at me. Be grateful that your mom and I took you into this home. We have given you the very best, so be thankful. The least you could do is respect us."
"Dad, I do, but the thing is that your pushing me to do something I can't. I get mad when you..."
"Angry, not mad. Mad means crazy."
"Okay, you get me angry when you do that. I was never good at studies. I'm stupid and you know it."
"Now, son. You are not stupid, but you are blocking yourself from doing the best you can. You won't be able to think properly until you get the negative thoughts out of your head. You can't do anything if you think you can't. You will only be able to achieve your goals when you say you can. You don't give up!"
"Okay, I'll try harder for you, dad."
"No. I want you to do it for you."
I left his office and walked upstairs to my room. I dropped on my bed. Why did he always do that to me? Why did he always expect so much from me? My life had changed so much since I moved here, and now I was alone. I had to leave so much since Darry sent us to the boys' home. My friends, my girlfriend, and then my little brother. I couldn't stand being without him. I couldn't believe Darry. I hated him so much for ruining my life. Why the hell did he have to do what he wanted to do? Why did he get to go to college and leave us here? Why the bloody hell did he have to so fucking selfish? I was angry. He made me leave so much and he was living his life without a worry. He was living exactly like he wanted to. I couldn't believe I was related to him, but I would never see him as a brother again.
The next morning my dad woke me up at 5:30 in the morning.
"Get up. You have 30 minutes to get ready and clean your room."
"What!?"
"You heard me. Get moving."
I went to go change, brush my teeth, make my bed and clean my room. I did as many things I could when I heard my dad calling from downstairs.
"Be down in the backyard in 1 minute."
"Yes, sir."
This was the daily routine. That I had to live without everyday of the week. My dad was a very disciplined man and so he made me do this stuff. I hated it because I wasn't much of a sport, but I guess all those rumbles had helped me shape up.
I went down to the backyard and he immediately said, "Drop down and give me 20!"
I did 20 push-ups and then 20 sit-ups. I had to do that for one hour and then finally I got treated with breakfast.
I always had a big breakfast as my dad said it was the most important meal of the day. As soon as I finished lunch I had to take a quick shower and change again to get ready for school. Then the chauffeur took me to school in the limousine. I stayed there until 3 o'clock, and as soon as I came home my dad made me do my homework. I had one hour to finish it and then I played sports. After that was dinner. Then at 7 I could finally do whatever I wanted.
As soon as I finished dinner I went to go take a quick shower, and got ready for bed. Then once I finished that I decided to watch TV.
"Sodapop, come here," my father called.
What now, I thought.
I went downstairs and he was holding a piece of paper.
"It's from the orphanage. They say your brother was adopted and so here is his address and phone number."
"Oh, thanks."
I walked to my room and decided I was going to write to Ponyboy. I grabbed my pen and began writing.
Dear Ponyboy,
Well I hear you got adopted. That's great, I think. I hope your doing all right. Hope you got nice parents. Here it's just me and Dad. He's pretty
strict, and he expects so much of me. Sounds almost like Darry, but he wouldn't abandon me like Darry did. He cares what happens to me, and wants
me to do good in the future. But hey it's killin me right now. I can't stand it when he yells at me when I get a bad grade, but hey you know some
dads. Well, I hope you're doing all right. Hope you right soon. Please write everyday, and be sure to tell me everything's that going on with you. If you can't write then call, but it can only be between 7 and 8. I have to go to bed at 8 so no later than that. On Sunday you can call me whenever
oh, and also Saturday. Okay so call. I would call you, but I'm not sure
when I could so well...yeah.
Well I'm mising you and hope to here from you soon. Bye!
Sodapop Butler
I finished my letter and I put it in an envelope. I put the stamps on and then put it in the mailbox. By that time I had to go to go to bed.
"Night, dad."
"Good Night, son."
I went upstairs to bed. I was glad Ponyboy got adopted. I just hoped he was with good people I really hoped he was. I was hoping that I could talk to him soon and maybe even see him. I just wondered if my dad would let me. He might on Saturday and Sunday, but I haven't lived with him on those days yet, so I wouldn't know.
I was pretty tired so I yawned and fell right asleep.
"Damn it, Soda. Why do you have to do so bad in school? Can't you at least try to do good?"
"What do you think I'm doing? Being lazy and slacking off?"
"Now don't start raising your voice at me. Be grateful that your mom and I took you into this home. We have given you the very best, so be thankful. The least you could do is respect us."
"Dad, I do, but the thing is that your pushing me to do something I can't. I get mad when you..."
"Angry, not mad. Mad means crazy."
"Okay, you get me angry when you do that. I was never good at studies. I'm stupid and you know it."
"Now, son. You are not stupid, but you are blocking yourself from doing the best you can. You won't be able to think properly until you get the negative thoughts out of your head. You can't do anything if you think you can't. You will only be able to achieve your goals when you say you can. You don't give up!"
"Okay, I'll try harder for you, dad."
"No. I want you to do it for you."
I left his office and walked upstairs to my room. I dropped on my bed. Why did he always do that to me? Why did he always expect so much from me? My life had changed so much since I moved here, and now I was alone. I had to leave so much since Darry sent us to the boys' home. My friends, my girlfriend, and then my little brother. I couldn't stand being without him. I couldn't believe Darry. I hated him so much for ruining my life. Why the hell did he have to do what he wanted to do? Why did he get to go to college and leave us here? Why the bloody hell did he have to so fucking selfish? I was angry. He made me leave so much and he was living his life without a worry. He was living exactly like he wanted to. I couldn't believe I was related to him, but I would never see him as a brother again.
The next morning my dad woke me up at 5:30 in the morning.
"Get up. You have 30 minutes to get ready and clean your room."
"What!?"
"You heard me. Get moving."
I went to go change, brush my teeth, make my bed and clean my room. I did as many things I could when I heard my dad calling from downstairs.
"Be down in the backyard in 1 minute."
"Yes, sir."
This was the daily routine. That I had to live without everyday of the week. My dad was a very disciplined man and so he made me do this stuff. I hated it because I wasn't much of a sport, but I guess all those rumbles had helped me shape up.
I went down to the backyard and he immediately said, "Drop down and give me 20!"
I did 20 push-ups and then 20 sit-ups. I had to do that for one hour and then finally I got treated with breakfast.
I always had a big breakfast as my dad said it was the most important meal of the day. As soon as I finished lunch I had to take a quick shower and change again to get ready for school. Then the chauffeur took me to school in the limousine. I stayed there until 3 o'clock, and as soon as I came home my dad made me do my homework. I had one hour to finish it and then I played sports. After that was dinner. Then at 7 I could finally do whatever I wanted.
As soon as I finished dinner I went to go take a quick shower, and got ready for bed. Then once I finished that I decided to watch TV.
"Sodapop, come here," my father called.
What now, I thought.
I went downstairs and he was holding a piece of paper.
"It's from the orphanage. They say your brother was adopted and so here is his address and phone number."
"Oh, thanks."
I walked to my room and decided I was going to write to Ponyboy. I grabbed my pen and began writing.
Dear Ponyboy,
Well I hear you got adopted. That's great, I think. I hope your doing all right. Hope you got nice parents. Here it's just me and Dad. He's pretty
strict, and he expects so much of me. Sounds almost like Darry, but he wouldn't abandon me like Darry did. He cares what happens to me, and wants
me to do good in the future. But hey it's killin me right now. I can't stand it when he yells at me when I get a bad grade, but hey you know some
dads. Well, I hope you're doing all right. Hope you right soon. Please write everyday, and be sure to tell me everything's that going on with you. If you can't write then call, but it can only be between 7 and 8. I have to go to bed at 8 so no later than that. On Sunday you can call me whenever
oh, and also Saturday. Okay so call. I would call you, but I'm not sure
when I could so well...yeah.
Well I'm mising you and hope to here from you soon. Bye!
Sodapop Butler
I finished my letter and I put it in an envelope. I put the stamps on and then put it in the mailbox. By that time I had to go to go to bed.
"Night, dad."
"Good Night, son."
I went upstairs to bed. I was glad Ponyboy got adopted. I just hoped he was with good people I really hoped he was. I was hoping that I could talk to him soon and maybe even see him. I just wondered if my dad would let me. He might on Saturday and Sunday, but I haven't lived with him on those days yet, so I wouldn't know.
I was pretty tired so I yawned and fell right asleep.