Hey guys! So Soda's had a long hard day...and I've enjoyed writing every second of it! So here's his last hour and our last chapter...English class. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ok, I've run out of witty stuff to put here. I own nothing. S.E. Hinton created all of these wonderful characters and Rob Lowe made Soda come to life in the movie. I am not in any way a part of "The Outsiders" creation...I just make the legend live on in fics! :)

~Rosey

Seventh Hour: English Class

Last hour was like a breath of fresh air to Sodapop. After getting out of the office with just a warning, he was feeling pretty good about himself. When he arrived in the classroom, he took his seat and threw his backpack by his chair. Just one more hour and school would be over...until tomorrow.

Ms. Cole walked into the classroom, smiling to her students. "Good afternoon, class. Today we're continuing our reading of Huckleberry Finn. If everybody would please get the copy that's under your desks and open them to chapter four."

Soda sighed and grabbed the book from under his desk and flipped to the assigned page. Then Ms. Cole turned to him. "Soda, would you please read aloud for us?"

Soda groaned. "Well I reckon I can but it ain't like I-"

"Soda that's terrible grammar," she scolded gently. "Just read aloud, please."

Soda sighed and began. "Well, three or four months run along, and it was well into the winter now. I had been to school most all the time and could spell and read and write just a little, and could say the multiplication table up to six times seven is thirty-five, and I don't reckon I could ever get any further than that if I was to live forever. I don't take no stock in mathematics, any-way." Soda stopped and then looked over at the teacher. "I coulda written this! This kid don't have any better grammar then I do! And he has the same views on school too, ya dig?" he added with a smirk.

"Well Huckleberry was like the greaser of his time," Ms. Cole smiled.

Soda was baffled. "Really? Well dang it this book ain't so bad! Could I check it out and finish it at home?"

The room went dead silent.

Ms. Cole stood there, stunned, for a moment before stepping over to Soda, putting a hand on his forehead. "Soda, you are a little warm, maybe you should go to the nurse's office."

"What?" Soda raised an eye-brow. "No, I'm fine-"

"And you did hit your head earlier, didn't you?" Ms. Cole continued, shock still on her face. "I definitely think you should go to the nurse's office."

"No, I'm fine!" Soda insisted. "I just wanna check out this darn book!"

"Oh, Sodapop, you better go to the nurse's office right now," she insisted. "You must have hit your head harder than you thought."

Soda sighed, grabbed his backpack, and slung it over his shoulder. "I swear I'm in the office so much I'll be on a first-name basis with the secretary before Friday."

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"Soda! Honey, why are you home so early?" Mrs. Curtis greeted her son as he walked into the house fifteen minutes before his school even let out.

"Well, I-"

"Oh! Sodapop what happened to your head?" she gasped, seeing the bruise on his forehead. She hurried over to him, examining the injury.

"Well, I was bored in auto mechanics so I decided to see how hard I could hit myself in the head with a wrench without knocking myself out," he mumbled, crossing his arms. "Turns out I don't know my own strength."

"Wait, so you've been unconcious all day and they didn't call me?" she gasped, motherly worry covering her face.

"No, I went back to class after I woke up. They sent me home 'cause I asked to check out a book," Soda explained.

Mrs. Curtis reacted just like Ms. Cole had, standing there stunned for a moment before putting a hand on her son's forehead. "Sweetie, why don't you go lay down."

"No, Mom, I'm fi-"

"No, honey, I insist. Don't strain yourself," she gently pushed him into his room. "Just lay still for a while, okay?"

Soda groaned and flopped onto his bed. Minutes later, he heard Darry come home from his day-job. He listened to the conversation between his mom and brother from his room.

"Darry, Soda's home early. He asked to check out a book," Mrs. Curtis told her older son.

"What? Do I need to take him to the hospital?" Darry was being serious.

Soda sighed. Was he really that dumb? That him asking to check out a book was like the world ending? Even his family seemed to think that. He rolled over on his side and looked at his back pack that lay by his door. He bit his lip. That was the first time dropping out crossed his mind.

The End

Well? I hope you all liked it! Poor Soda...thinking he's dumb...*Glomp hugs Soda*

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~Rosey