You were actually close to Soda. Danny played with Grace and Logan all the time. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how they felt.
You hear the front door open. Darry was início now. You take another deep breath, and sit at the cozinha table.
Just breathe.
He walks into the kitchen. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, setting down his wallet and keys.
You swallow. “I got a call.” Is all you manage to say.
“About?” He asks, eyebrows raised.
“Soda’s dead.” You blurt out.
The look on Darry’s face would haunt your memory for the rest of your life.
He just sat down on the floor in pure shock, mouth open, eyes wide.
We saw a car going around the park. Uh-oh. It wasn't just any old car. It was Bob's car. "We should make a run for it." I said to pónei, pônei "No we should stay." he said back. Carli and I sat behind them staring at Bob and all the others. Carli said to all of us. "Why can't Bob walk around the door instead of over it? What is it to much energy?" We all wanted to laugh,but, then they would be on to us. "You know what a greaser is? Whitetrash with long greasy hair." Bob said. We all got a sick feeling because that hurt all of us. Even though me and Carli only sneak a drop of it here and there... it still hirt us. Ponyboy said "Oh ya well do you know what asoc is? "What" said Bob "Whitetrash with mustangs and madras." Then he spit at them. Why pónei, pônei why? we all run as fast as we could. I guess it was not fast enough because seguinte thing I knew I was on the ground seguinte to Johnny and Carli. "Where is Pony?" I asked all shaky "Is he dead?" "No I'm all alright." Ponyboy said
