

It was real-Outsiders PoemAs I sat ever so still, How could my best friend possibly kill? He wouldnt hurt a fly, But yet he just seriously hurt that guy,It was real-Outsiders Poem
I was going to be sick, As I saw him laying on the floor, I looked over to see my friend as I have never before, He looked tuff; mean, scary but I knew who he was
Johnny had killed a boy, When I was getting drowned, This was my fault, I was to take the blame
Was Darry gonna worry? Is Soda gonna be alright, How could I leave them? But I had to in such a time
I went to throw up after I got a


Ponyboy's KidWe just sat there; Jon and I. Minding our own business not bothering anyone. Okay maybe we were messing with the little kids who walked by but who doesnt? We were talking getting lost in our conversation like almost all cousins do. Then some guy walked up to us.Ponyboy's Kid
Hey kids wanna earn a couple of bucks? He said Get lost man I said toughly Yeah we got money we aint need it from you Jon added on to my remark What did you say you little punks? I didnt see it but Bryon came up behind us when the guy reached into his pocket. You like pic


Ponyboy:After the bookI sat there all day thinking about what to do. Maybe Ill wash this grease out of my hair and dress decent. Yeah. Ill do that and join the football team. I wont be a greaser anymore. Like I think I mentioned Im going somewhere Im not and refused to stay in this neighborhood. Im smart and Im going to be like Darry. My older brother, who I got past my differences with, Hes smart, strong, talented and handsome. He is now because his eyes amazingly arent so cold anymorePonyboy:After the book
Pony Pony Ponyboy Curtis are you listening to me? Soda said Sorry Soda I
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