They just started a full-out war against us Greasers because of Bob’s death. No one’s gonna be looking for them around there.ĩ8% of the Socs are girly little sh*ts. I gave them what they needed: jacket, gun, money, and directions to a good hiding place in Windrixville. It’s just great, isn’t it, when your best and most innocent friend is being chased by the god damn authorities. Johnny and Ponyboy needed to run away, as the fuzz was pretty near and they were guessing that in a day or two they’d be famous. I was proud of Johnny, but for some reason I felt like things would get worse. Apparently, they got jumped, resulting in the death of a Soc. So Johnny was sickly white and Ponyboy was drenched in water. And then guess who it is? Ponyboy F**KING Curtis and Johnny Cade. Then after I got bored with this whole thing I went to Buck Merril’s party, but it was so f**king loud, and I got tired after a while, so I went to the bedroom and tried to catch some sleep. I angered the sh*t out of two real nice-looking Soc girls I sat behind. For starters, I went to the Nightly Double with Two Bit, Johnny, and Ponyboy. believe the kind of sh*t that went down today. Let’s just hope to hell their noble *sses don’t find me here. I’ve gotta go, I think I just saw the police. But I can’t complain, compared to what Johnny’s got. They’d kick their own son out of the house without a second thought. Really, my old man couldn’t care less whether I was in the cooler or drunk and dying in a gutter or run over by a car. At least all my parents did was get way too boozed up and asked me oh-so- politely for me to beat it. The mother’s a disgusting manipulative swine and the dad’s a nut job who enjoys whipping his son and fighting with his wife to cause Johnny lots of anxiety. Poor Johnny, why can’t he just let go of his parents? It’s hopeless. I don’t know what it is about that kid, but I just can’t bring myself to ever be mad at him. But I’ll make sure that if anyone knows, I will send them to their doom. Sure, I’ll just be Dally the sweet little girl writing in her f*cking pink little diary about her feelings.
I’m not saying anything about this diary, either. You know, going to jail one more time scares the sh*t out of me. Come to think of it, I wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend either, but at least I didn’t cheat on her as if she were a piece of sh*t to be stomped on by *SSHOLES. And on top of that, guess what a lovely surprise I found when I got out? That’s right, the god damn thing named Sylvia, otherwise known as the two-timing broad, cheated on me. Hinton’s work or The Outsiders or anything like that.
Take Our PollAuthor’s Note: Ok, so this is for school but still, I’m pretty proud of this.
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