A/N here's chapter five sorry if its not all that great i love getting reviews so yea haha
Disclaimer: still don't own the outsiders
I tried to push the rage I was feeling down, but I couldn't. The anger kept on building and building. I wanted to hit something but I knew that wouldn't do anything, me hitting a brick wall would be like me hitting the air. Pointless.
Why am I still on this planet? Why is God or whoever torturing me by keeping me here to watch my brothers suffering. I got that life wasn't fair but u would thing afterlife was a little fairer. I need to be around someone who probably isn't sitting around being all sad. Someone who wants revenge probably more then I do.
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I stared up at the two story house that was converted into a bar known as Buck's. I was forbidden to set ten feet of this place by both Darry and Soda but i figured I'm dead mine as well live a little anyway what are Darry and Soda gonna do kill me for going here. The whole place was so full of smoke I knew if i needed to breath I'd be coughing up a storm. I looked around wondering if there was fire I missed there was that much smoke. I looked around wasn't it a little early to be drinking or have these people been drinking sense last night either one is very plausible.
I spotted Dally sitting at the bar nursing a drink. The fiery in his eyes was a nice change from the pain in Darry's good ol' Dal always came through. I made my way over to where he was sitting. "Hey Dal how's it going I bet its going a lot better for you then it is for me I mean I'm walking around a ghost can it get any worse?" He gulped down the rest of his drink. "Little early to be drinking don't you think?" He stood up and pulled on his leather jacket and started walking towards the door. "Hey wait up" I called after him. I'm so pathetic I'm following Dallas Winston around can this day get any worse? Probably.
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Man, you would think Dally's life would be a little more interesting but that's not the case. He seriously lives one of the most boring lives. I'll tell you about my very productive day note the sarcasm. First I followed him to the corner store where he lifted a pack of gum. Gum! I mean one of the tuffest hoods in Tulsa jacking a pack of bubble gum. Then I guess he decided the best place to chew his stolen gum is at the lot. So he sat at the lot for like two hours. I wish I could be the kind of ghost who can read minds. Can any ghosts read minds? I don't know but I would've loved to know what was going through his mind. He looked so deep in thought it was almost odd. But it was hilarious watching him blow bubbles with his gum. Well, trying to blow bubbles every time he tried the gum flew out of his mouth. It really was hysterical though. The first time I was grateful I was a ghost cause I knew if Dally saw me he would've beat the tar out of me.
Then he went to the dingo and got a coke and took like an hour and forty five minutes to drink that coke. Its nice to know what he does when everyone else is at school and working. He finally finished off his coke and stood up. Wonder where Mr. Winston is going now. I followed him a couple blocks and spotted a blue mustang. Uh oh. I watched in shock as Dally walked over to that said mustang opened the door and got in. And watched in even more shock as the mustang sped away.