I'm thinking about all the things that happened 3 years ago in 1965. How I lost my Best Friends, Johnny and Dally. All because of Johnny's mistake: Killing Cherry's boyfriend, Bob. The church burning down, it seems like violence was always the answer to those problems. Why does it still feel real. Like, really real.
NOT NOW, SODA!!!I said. I was really angry, more than I can ever control.
Pony? said Soda, you OK?
Now I know why this place is so familiar. It's all my nightmares mixed into one. Where Johnny and Dally died, where Bob died, and the lot were the greasers and Socs had the fight. I didn't want to be here any longer, espicially since cherry was saying. So I started running.
Where am I I thought to myself. But then, someone came. It looked like, it was... Cherry!
PONYBOY!!! she said, RUN!!
I realized something: Johnny and Dally will always be remembered from me and everyone. We just need to stop living by violence, or we will be haunted for a long time.
Suddenly, I woke up, shocked. I was shocked because this was all a dream.
What happened, ponyboy? asked Darry.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Yeah, we were worried kid said Soda.
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