Outsiders Lost Chapter (by Sodapop)

*ALL OF THE SPELLING ERRORS AND GRAMMATICAL ERRORS ARE INTENTIONAL! Sodapop has very poor spelling as evident from the letter he sent to Ponyboy an Johnny.*

I was exausted and worried as I sat on the couch, waiting for Ponyboy and Dally to come back. We couldn’t start the party without them, and besides we were too banged up to party. Two-Bit’s and my party would have to wait until the next day. I wasn’t too happy with having no party, but I couldn’t be a very good partyer with the enormus cut on my lip keeping me from drinking and the bruise on my cheek.

Darry and me were realy worried about Pony. We hadn’t seen him since the rumble and the last time that we had seen him, he was bleedin’ like a stuffed pig. His head was busted, that was certain.

I had just pulled off my smoke to read the next line of the newspaper when Ponyboy came in the door, bleach hair stuck to the side of his face with red blood. Darry got to his feet and proseeded to chew out Pony.

“Were have you been?” Darry asked, face red like a beet. Then, he stopped suddenly. I guess he saw Pony’s eyes. Pony looked like a deer in the lights of an oncoming truck. “Ponyboy, whats the matter?”

“Johnny... He’s dead.” Pony told us and I watched blood leave the faces of everyone but Pony. His face was already pale enough. Of course, I couldnt see my own face. I’m asuming my face was pale too. Pony’s voice sounded funny too. It was like he shut up for a long time and tried to speak.

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Bleedin’ like a stuffed pig Bleeding a bunch

Chew out Get angry at

Like a deer in the lights of an oncoming truck Scared off his wits

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“We told him about beatin’ the Socs... I don’t know, he just died.”

No one said nothing for a long time. We were all to shocked about what he just said to say anything. I broke the silence when a funny noise came outta my throat. My face went red and I felt tears come to my eyes. Snot kwi quickly filled my nose and it started running. I wiped my nose with my sleeve.

“Dallas is gone,” Pony told us. “He ran out like the devil was after him. He’s gonna blow up. He couldn’t take it.”

“So he finaly broke?” Two-Bit asked, saying what we were all thinking. “So even Dally has a breaking point?”

I saw Pony start to shake as Darry leaned forward and whispered, “He’s gonna kill himself, Soda.”

I dissregarded what he said and turned my atention to Pony.

“Ponyboy,” He looked so scared and... scared. I didn’t know any way to talk to him other than like an injured puppy. “You look sick, lay down.” Imedietely, Pony backed away from me, shaking his head.

“I don’t want to sit.” He told me, looking like he would fall over. “I’m OK.” Darry advinced avanced (I’m gonna stop using big words) moved toward Pony, and he backed away like Darry was a sickness. “Don’t touch me.” He ordered. He looked so scared and trapped. I wouldn’t be suprised if he attaked someone.

The phone rang. No one did nothing. No one touched the phone. Darry just stared at Pony for the longest time before turning away and moving to the phone. He put it to his ear and said, “hello,” There was a moment where no one spoke. Darry hung up.

“It was Dally. He phoned from a booth. He’s just robbed a grocery store and the cops are after him. We’ve gotta hide him. He’ll be at the lot in a few minutes.” Darry told us.

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Like the devil was after him quickly

Blow up lose control of himself

Like an injured puppy with pity

Funny Strange

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We all left the house, running as if we all seen gohsts and they were coming at us with knifes. I hadn’t felt my blood so hot in a long time. I didn’t even feel like this at the rumble. It was like someone flipped on the switch that said, ‘you can’t stop running Soda!’

We reached the lot just as Dally did, he was running like a maneac mad man. The sirens from the cop cars were loud and they were coming fast. We could see the lights now and they made everywhere blue or red. It made me a little dizzy and it seemed to be making Pony more than dizzy.

Coppers jumped out of their cars, ignoring us, and cornered Dally. He was under the street light, so everything of him was crystal clear. Dally jerked and raised his gun to the sky. He had a gun! He was a dead man and Darry was right. Dally wanted to die.

The cop’s guns began to fire off and I dove toward Pony, trying to get him away from that horrible scene. With the light on Dallas, we could all see the blood spiling. Pony didn’t need more death.

The bullets rocked Dallas’s body and threw him to the ground. Something like hapiness or triumph was on his face as he fell. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Steve stumbled and was beginning to sob like a baby. I pulled him close to me by his shoulders. “Easy, buddy, easy.” I said softly so that he could calm down. There was that injured puppy tone again. “There’s nothing we can do now.”

There was only a few seconds before one of the pigs cried out, “Glory, look at the kid!” Ponyboy was leaning forward, beginning to fall over onto his face. I left Steve just in time to catch Pony and keep him from the worst impact.

“He’s out like a light!” I said, reaching around him to lift him up. Darry shook his head and took him in his arms for me. Man, Darry looked like an overworked, bruised up superheroe.

Out like a light passed out and sound asleep

Darry carried Pony back to the house. Pony’s head kept flopping to the side and I swear, he looked sicker than a dog. His face was green and pale and his body was bony, thiner than I ever seen it before.

Darry laid Pony down in his bedroom, on his barely used bed. Darry then colapsed in one of the chairs out in the hall, face red like he was gonna cry. There was so much death around the Greasers. We couldn’t even have our victory last...

I slept at the foot of Darry’s bed, doing my best not to roll onto Pony’s feet.

I woke up just before Pony did. I sat up and looked around for a moment, realizing that it was morning. How long had we been asleep? Everything was quiet.

“Soda...” Pony grumbled, rocking his head to the side to see me. His eyes looked sicker and greener than ever. His voice sounded like he had been gargling gravel. “Is somebody sick?”

“Yeah.” I said gently. Finally, something matched my thoughts. I just hadn’t put them into words. Pon was sick. “Go back to sleep now.”

“Am I sick?” Pony asked. He sounded tired and scared. Maybe he was just tired of being scared.

I began to stroke his hair. “Yeah, you’re sick. Now be quiet.” Pony didn’t look like he was quiet finished talking yet.

“Is Darry sorry I’m sick?” That was a funny question. I felt my face scrunch up. “Yeah, he’s sorry you’re sick. Now please shut up, will ya, honey? Go back to sleep.”

With that, Pony closed his eyes.

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Sicker than a dog real sick

Like he had been gargling gravel very hoarse

Is Darry sorry? does Darry feel bad that?