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Johnny had just died. Pony and I were leaving the hospital. I was hysterically crying; it was very hard to drive. I could not believe that such a wonderful boy was dead. Pony looked like he had just been hit by a car. I knew that he did not want me to see him cry.

"Pony are you Ok? You look like you are a little dizzy"

"I think I am going to be sick. Can you pull over?"

I pulled the car over and he got out. I was trying not to pay too much attention to him, because I knew he was embarrassed. When he got back in the car, I could tell he got sick.

"Pony", I said. " I need to get you home so that your brothers don't worry, but you need to go back to the hospital."

"I am ok," he replied, "We need to find Dallas. I am scared he is going to get in a lot of trouble."

I was afraid he was right. Dallas pulled a gun on the doctor in the hospital. He was acting crazy. I knew he was going to snap. When we pulled up to Pony's house, Steve,
Soda, Two bit, and Darry came running out.

"Come on Pony, we need find Dallas. He robbed a store, and the cops are after him."

Pony jumped out of the car and started running with them. I did not know what to do. I grew up with these boys. Our mothers were very good friends. We were all friends when we were younger but age kind of tore us apart. I guess I am what some would consider a Soc, but I hate those labels; I always have. My mother and I were extremely poor when I was younger, because my father left us. We moved out of this neighborhood when she got remarried. My new stepfather was rich. I say
"was" rich, because my parents died last year in a plane crash. Even though we had moved to the other side of town, I was still friendly with Pony and Johnny at school. I had just stopped by the hospital to bring Johnny flowers and a card that the teachers chipped in to buy.
I did not just want to leave now with Dallas in trouble. At one point all of these boys were my close friends. I wanted to make sure that Pony was all right. I knew he would not tell his brothers how bad he was feeling. Plus, I figured I could hide Dallas at my house for a couple of days. So, I got out of my car and started running with them. We came upon a hill, and we saw Dallas with a gun.

"Put the gun down!" Steve screamed at him.

I saw Dallas point the gun at the police. "Dallas no!" I yelled to him. We saw Dallas fall to the ground.

NO! my brain screamed. Not another person dead. Please god no! I was going to be sick. It was too late. Dallas was dead. Steve was crouched down crying. Soda was rubbing his back. I looked at Pony. He looked very shocked and pale. All of a sudden, he went down.

To be continued...