Hello! Here is a new chapter I wrote during school hehehe teachers never suspect the good ones. I'm surprised I actually wrote it with all the stuff i had to do...

BEFORE I START

I'd love to give thanks to a special writer. They helped lot with creating of this and gave me ideas for future chapters!

drum roll please...

iwatchsunsets2

this chapter is in Darry's Pov. I wasn't planning to do that till the future but I though screw it. I haven't seen it done before and when i asked iwatchsunsets2 and neither did they.

Erf10722's review also helped me, I told me people actually liked this story because I was worried about it.

*hugs both writers*

warning: a little swearing and evil Darry. AND FIRE MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA. Actually only a burned picture. Sorry pyromaniacs

ENJOY and me n my friend were listening to bad end night and game of life by Hatsune Miku lol I stared a the teacher when it said pedophile teacher and thought get me out of this class! But that teacher is cool cuz he let us use our phones as "calculators" during class since we had nothing to do.

I stopped pacing around my room and stared at my hands. I just want to rip them off! I hate everything about me! My eye are too cold, I am too strong, and most importantly, I get mad easily. I'm a fuckin monster! I slammed my fist in the wall in front of me. I sighed and wiped off my cut up hand with a towel. I walked to my closet and got out the plaster and tool box. My Dad got mad at how often i'd punch holes in the wall so he gave up on fixing them and made me. As prepared and got my tools out I hear a soft, barely audible sob. Anger filled my head I though how that caused by me and-

My hand was bleeding heavily as I wrapped in gauze in the bathroom. Why can't I be angry with out punching something?

"Darry?" a small voice squeaked behind me,"Are you ok?" No, my hand feels like it is broken.

"Ya don't worry." Why make him worry? He is just a kid, Pony doesn't need to worry about me. I studied him. His green-gray eyes were red and puffy and reddish-brown hair was ungreased, for once, and all over the place. He was wearing a slightly baggy, teal shirt that was wrinkled and a torn pair of jeans.

All because i'm a horrible guardian!

"ok..." Ponyboy said started walking back to his room.

"Pony! Wait..." I said gripping his arm in the hallway so he would stop.

"What?" He replied not meeting my gaze.

" I'm sorry... for slapping you." I hope he would forgive me. In response Pony mumbled something I couldn't understan

"What you say?

"Nothing!" He quickly said

"Just tell me." It makes me mad when I didn't understand something and when I ask again they say nothing. Pony paused.

"You.." He suddenly took his eyes off the ground and looked me in the eye and finished" Are never sorry!"

"What?" I growled, tightening my grip on his arm and I knew I'd leave a bruise. Don't lose your temper Darry and ruin things!

"You heard me!" He ripped his arm away, "I'm tired of you walking all over me-"

"Come to your room Kid." I hissed. Don't do this Darry! Shut up... mind. I kicked his door open and rummaged through his Desk and pulled out what wanted with a grin: Soda's letters and a lighter.

" Darry! No..."

"Shut up kid." I grumbled and lit the tip of the letters which sent the flame across the pages.

"No!" Ponyboy sobbed.

"Get over it baby" I said and walked out. Taking one last look at him I said, "Your grounded for a month. No cigerretes too"

"What! no-"

"Do you want it be three?"

"No..." Pony said and sat on hi bed staring at the ashes defeated.

"Good."

Darry your a monster!

And I don't care.