The Leaving

by Maer0098

6 kids went missing after their first day at kindergarten, Ponyboy Curtis was one of those kids. eleven years later, five of the kids return with no memory whatsoever. Crossover of the leaving and the outsiders

2. Gone

Sodapops POV (12 yrs old)

I was sitting on the couch wrapped in Ponyboy's white blanket. Darry had his arm wrapped around me and was silently crying while I was just full on sobbing. We were not the only ones though, Miss Matthews was fighting tears while talking to those god awful police giving her statement just like we had to give ours. Dally and Two-bit were leaning against the doorframe that led into the dining room with their arms crossed, and stormy eyes dull and lifeless. Steve and Johnny were sitting on the couch opposite of the one me and Darry were sitting on. They both looked as dull and sad as Dally and Two-bits eyes. I knew they were angry, hurt, sad. Even though Johnny was much older than him, even though Steve thought he was a tagalong, even though Dally thought he was weak and annoying, and even though Two-bit had to babysit when me and Darry had detention or football practice, They loved him. a lot. They all thought of him as their younger brother, because in a way, he was. The day he was born we all vowed to protect him at all costs. Now he is gone. Gone as fast as the wind. all because we were too busy playing around in the football field to help him get on the right bus. I still remember coming home to see Miss Matthews crying, telling us the news. I almost broke right then and there. Not him too, please not him too. I just wanted it to end. I just wanted my brother back. But that was never going to happen. Or, so I thought.