The kengele rang loudly, announcing the end of class. The classroom got increasingly louder as the kids got ready to leave.
“I'll see wewe inayofuata week, class. Ponyboy Curtis?” My English teacher, called out.
“Yes, Mr. Syme?” I answered, looking up from my desk.
“May I speak with wewe before wewe leave?”
“I guess so.” I picked up my vitabu and headed for the front of the room. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind. Ponyboy, did wewe write this all kwa yourself?”
I instantly recognized the composition notebook in which I had written The Outsiders. I flipped it open to the first page and quietly read the first paragraph, "....When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I have only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman---He looks tough and I don't---but I guess my looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish gray eyes. I wish they were zaidi gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long in the front and side, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood never bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair...." I closed it and looked at it for a while, then said, “Yeah, I did.”
“Ponyboy, did all of this really happen?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Syme.”
The English teacher leaned back in his chair and looked at me, then asked, “I knew some of it but......Did wewe onyesha this to your older brother?”
“No.” I shifted uncomfortably.
“You should. Take it on nyumbani and have him read it. wewe can bring it back to me on Monday, I have something I want to do.”
“Okay. Uh, Mr. Syme? Do I get that passing C?”
“No, Ponyboy, I'm giving wewe an A-.”
“AN A?!” I was shocked.
“An A-, Ponyboy. wewe could get a better grade if wewe would just accomplish your work during the actual semester. That is an excellent composition, Ponyboy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Syme! Wait'll Darry hears this!” I left the room, the realized I didn't have the notebook, stepping back in, I took it and said, “I'll see wewe on Monday, Mr. Syme!”
Outside the classroom, Two-Bit was waiting for me, “Had to stay after, huh?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and started down the hall.
Two-Bit followed and asked, “You in big trouble?”
“No. Mr. Syme told me to have Darry read this.” I showed Two-Bit the notebook.
Two-Bit wiped his hands on his jeans and took the notebook, flipping through it. “The Outsiders? Hey, this has me in it!”
“Yeah. I wrote it about last month.” I took the notebook back.
“Ah. Hey, Steve, me and some other greasers are gonna head down to the corner store and hang out, wewe wanna come?” Two-Bit, now outside the building, pulled out a packet of cigarettes.
“Can't. Gotta get home.”
Two-Bit lit a cigarette for himself, “Darry get after wewe again?”
“No. I've got homework and the house is a mess after wewe came over.” I alisema meaningfully, glaring at him.
Two-Bit ignored my point, offering a cigarette.
“No, I gotta get home. Anyway, Darry alisema I'd better quit smoking. It gives the welfare workers something to work off of.”
“Okay, Ponyboy. See wewe later.”
“See wewe later, Two-Bit.” Two-Bit headed off down the mitaani, mtaa and I started home. I wandered down the street, thinking about the earlier month. I knew that it all had happened and I remember all of it clearly, especially in my dreams, but I've never had really thought about it in depth. Passing the DX, I saw Steve working at one of the pumps. “Where's Soda?” I called out.
Steve saw me, waved and responded, “He already left. Darry called and alisema Soda was only going to work a half siku today. wewe know, that sounds like a good idea. I'll call Buck and see if he can send over a replacement.”
I grinned, Steve never worked a full day. “See wewe later, Steve!” I called as he stepped inside for the phone and I moved on.
“I'll see wewe inayofuata week, class. Ponyboy Curtis?” My English teacher, called out.
“Yes, Mr. Syme?” I answered, looking up from my desk.
“May I speak with wewe before wewe leave?”
“I guess so.” I picked up my vitabu and headed for the front of the room. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind. Ponyboy, did wewe write this all kwa yourself?”
I instantly recognized the composition notebook in which I had written The Outsiders. I flipped it open to the first page and quietly read the first paragraph, "....When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I have only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman---He looks tough and I don't---but I guess my looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish gray eyes. I wish they were zaidi gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long in the front and side, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood never bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair...." I closed it and looked at it for a while, then said, “Yeah, I did.”
“Ponyboy, did all of this really happen?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Syme.”
The English teacher leaned back in his chair and looked at me, then asked, “I knew some of it but......Did wewe onyesha this to your older brother?”
“No.” I shifted uncomfortably.
“You should. Take it on nyumbani and have him read it. wewe can bring it back to me on Monday, I have something I want to do.”
“Okay. Uh, Mr. Syme? Do I get that passing C?”
“No, Ponyboy, I'm giving wewe an A-.”
“AN A?!” I was shocked.
“An A-, Ponyboy. wewe could get a better grade if wewe would just accomplish your work during the actual semester. That is an excellent composition, Ponyboy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Syme! Wait'll Darry hears this!” I left the room, the realized I didn't have the notebook, stepping back in, I took it and said, “I'll see wewe on Monday, Mr. Syme!”
Outside the classroom, Two-Bit was waiting for me, “Had to stay after, huh?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and started down the hall.
Two-Bit followed and asked, “You in big trouble?”
“No. Mr. Syme told me to have Darry read this.” I showed Two-Bit the notebook.
Two-Bit wiped his hands on his jeans and took the notebook, flipping through it. “The Outsiders? Hey, this has me in it!”
“Yeah. I wrote it about last month.” I took the notebook back.
“Ah. Hey, Steve, me and some other greasers are gonna head down to the corner store and hang out, wewe wanna come?” Two-Bit, now outside the building, pulled out a packet of cigarettes.
“Can't. Gotta get home.”
Two-Bit lit a cigarette for himself, “Darry get after wewe again?”
“No. I've got homework and the house is a mess after wewe came over.” I alisema meaningfully, glaring at him.
Two-Bit ignored my point, offering a cigarette.
“No, I gotta get home. Anyway, Darry alisema I'd better quit smoking. It gives the welfare workers something to work off of.”
“Okay, Ponyboy. See wewe later.”
“See wewe later, Two-Bit.” Two-Bit headed off down the mitaani, mtaa and I started home. I wandered down the street, thinking about the earlier month. I knew that it all had happened and I remember all of it clearly, especially in my dreams, but I've never had really thought about it in depth. Passing the DX, I saw Steve working at one of the pumps. “Where's Soda?” I called out.
Steve saw me, waved and responded, “He already left. Darry called and alisema Soda was only going to work a half siku today. wewe know, that sounds like a good idea. I'll call Buck and see if he can send over a replacement.”
I grinned, Steve never worked a full day. “See wewe later, Steve!” I called as he stepped inside for the phone and I moved on.
wewe aren’t exactly sure what you’re humming to… But it’s something.
“Hey, (Y/N), have wewe seen my-” “THUD!” wewe rip open the kuoga curtain to see your boyfriend had tripped over the doorway.
“Oh my god, Two-Bit, are wewe ok?!?” wewe gasp.
He looks up at you. “Oh my god you’re in the shower!” He yells.
wewe yank the curtain back, covering yourself up.
“Two-Bit, are wewe ok honey?”you ask.
“After seeing that I’m not.” He says. “Damn, your beautiful.” He says, blushing.
“What a pig.” wewe laugh.
wewe knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
wewe hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
wewe went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but wewe didn’t want any of them hurt; au dead.
wewe saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
wewe start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a ngumi, punch to the face.
wewe fall into the mud, shocked kwa the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
wewe feel a hand on your shoulder as wewe get up. wewe grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” wewe thought. “This is fun.”
wewe understood why they liked these so much.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made wewe dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” wewe say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
wewe fall back, the hit getting wewe hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” wewe say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Steve. Your eye.” wewe say as wewe remove the ice pack.
“It’s just bump.” He grins.
“A bump? Honey, it’s a huge black eye. It’s zaidi like an egg.” wewe say.
“Old Man can still pack a punch, huh?”
“Steve, wewe need to get out of there.” wewe say matter-of-factly.
“I got nowhere to go.”
“You can stay with the Curtises. au me. I just don’t like seeing wewe hurt.” wewe whisper.
“I’d rather it be me than you.” He says.
“What?” He asks, glancing over at you.
“You’re gonna get pulled over,” wewe say, rolling your eyes.
“Do wewe think I’d care?” He laughed.
“Dallas Winston, I am shocked and appalled wewe just alisema that to me and ran that red light.” wewe laugh. “I’m horrified at your driving skills. Remind me not to get into a car with wewe again.”
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Light cracked the sky open. The crash that followed jolted wewe awake. wewe sit up in your bed, wide eyed with fear.
wewe had been afraid of thunderstorms since wewe were little… something about it just frightened wewe to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed wewe down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” wewe shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around wewe pulling wewe close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking wewe back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” wewe mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But wewe were already asleep again.
wewe had been afraid of thunderstorms since wewe were little… something about it just frightened wewe to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed wewe down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” wewe shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around wewe pulling wewe close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking wewe back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” wewe mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But wewe were already asleep again.
heres yet another poem that i wrote. enjoy!
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of wewe
my tears were hot with upendo
and affection for wewe
i want wewe so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with wewe kwa my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish wewe knew me
if only wewe were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but daydreaming isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish wewe knew who i am
but your upendo i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
wewe suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, wewe are the mwandishi of your own life story
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of wewe
my tears were hot with upendo
and affection for wewe
i want wewe so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with wewe kwa my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish wewe knew me
if only wewe were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but daydreaming isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish wewe knew who i am
but your upendo i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
wewe suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, wewe are the mwandishi of your own life story