Two Years Later. Chapter I- A few years ago, I thought the only way to cope was not feeling. And for a little while, that was true. But now, I’ve since realized that not feeling makes things worse. Not just because you go numb, you’re dead to the world. When you don’t feel, there’s no point. That's why Dally got himself killed. To him, there was no reason to keep going and struggle. When Johnny died Dally lost it. That’s what happens if you don’t feel. You get tough. Like he said, you don’t get hurt when you're tough, but he was wrong. What happens when you get tough is you get killed, just like the Brumley boys and Tim Shepard’s gang. That night is engraved in my brain. One of the worst nights of my life. The only other time that can compare is when Mom and Dad died. Too many things that happened. First the rumble, then Johnny, then Dally, and then I passed out. Darn, that was a bad night. “Pony!” I hear Soda call from downstairs. “Yea?” “You wanna go to the movies?” “Of course!” I throw on my old gray sweatshirt and some shoes. Practically sprinting down the stairs, I skid into the living room where Steve and Soda are playing some sort of card game. I walk to the icebox and grab a piece of chocolate cake. If Steve and Soda are playing a game, it might be a while before they’re done– even with them cheating at every chance. After what seems like forever, Soda finally asks me if I’m ready to go. I walk out the door with Soda just standing up. Slowing down, I pull out a weed and light it. “How about we get a coke at the gas station,” Soda proposes. “Sounds good to me,” I say. I see the gas station when Soda notices a bright red Mustang trailing us. “Act normal, maybe they won’t notice us,” Soda whispers. I give a slight nod of my head in reply. I try to casually continue walking. The car slows. I try to focus my eyes on the ground. A car door opens. My heart pounds. “Now what?” I ask Soda. “I don’t know,” he says, “you got your blade?” “Yeah.” I hear too many footsteps getting dangerously close. I slip my switch out of my pocket. Soda does the same. “Hey, greasers,” says an unfamiliar but sickening voice. Still, I feel like I’ve heard it before, but not in years. I do my best to ignore them but it’s getting harder by the second. I’ve heard that people are still getting jumped. It’s been two years since Johnny and I got jumped. I try not to think about it. Soda explodes, “What do you want, Paul?” Paul, I haven’t heard about him since the big rumble, Darry’s old buddy.
-as u probably saw, this takes place 2 years after the end of The Outsiders novel -I need a title so I can make a thumb lol, pls comment any ideas for it.
