These characters were created by S. E. Hinton in her wonderful novel The Outsiders. I do appreciate any review, but please do not criticize my grammar and spelling.
There is not that much more I can say about that day. Every time I think about it, I want to cry. I had known Johnny and Dallas for years.
There is not one bad thing any one can say about Johnny ever. He was the sweetest boy. Everyone who knew him loved him, and he died a hero. Johnny knew it too. You could tell he was proud of himself in the hospital. Finally, he had done something to make himself proud. That is all he needed. When you can not get love from your own family, that is the next best thing.
As for Dallas, I never had any problems with him. He was always civil to me. A lot of his reputation was created by himself. He wanted people to think he was a no good hood. It was his punishment to the world that had turned its back on him. Dallas was really not that bad, or maybe he was just nice to me, and I never saw his bad side. He liked me because I had gotten him out of jail when he got into trouble with my cousin. I just felt like it was the right thing to do. I could not get one out and leave the other there knowing he may never get out.
To sum it up, Dally died a hood just like he would have wanted, and Johnny died a hero just like he would have wanted. This was very apparent at the memorial service. Poor Pony could not attend, because he was still in the hospital. We did not expected a turn out like we saw. Everyone was there to honor the hood and the hero. People came from all over. There were greasers, soc's, hoods, and everything in between. It was a very sad day. There were many donations for Johnny's part of the service. His mother tried to get her hands on them, but I got them since I paid for the service. Oh ya, before I forget, Two Bit had words with Johnny's mother. I will not repeat them here, but it was not pretty. Thank God he kept them outside.
As
I was taking pictures of the service for Pony, I felt someone's hand
on my back. It was Soda.
"Abby, you did not have to do
this," He said with tears in his eyes, "but we sure
appreciate it. I wish Johnny could have seen this. He would have
known how loved he was."
"Don't worry Soda. He saw it." I said. I had been crying so hard for the last week, my eyes hurt. It killed me to see Soda there sad like that. I really felt bad that I did not stay in contact with these guys more once I moved. Maybe, I could have helped Johnny and this would not have happened. Soda had just lost his girlfriend, two of his best friends, and his brother was sick. I grabbed him and gave him a really big hug. He broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably. Thankfully, we were the last people there to clean up, because I started to ball as well.
It seemed like an hour before he said anything. "Are you hungry? I have not eaten in days."
"I could eat," I replied. "I know that Rosa made a roast today. We could stop by my house, and then bring some food to Pony."
"That is a good idea. I am sure Pony will be hungry. He is always hungry."
I looked at Soda. He was so good looking. I was kind of scared for him to see my house. I did not want him to think I had a ton of money. It would probably turn him off. Truth be told, I did not have that much money yet anyway. I had a pretty big trust left to me by my mother and stepfather, but I did not get that until I was twenty-one. At present time, I had a pretty lenient trusty. He approved pretty much anything I wanted, but I was really good with money. My guardian/ housekeeper Rosa had been with my step dad for over twenty years. She did not tell me what to do. I was very responsible. My parents granted her guardianship. It was a good deal for her. She got a large monthly salary, and all she had to do was clean the apartment and cook. I was never home so she hardly had to cook.
To be continued...
