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 were at Buck's party kwa yourself, then someone covered your eyes and whispered meet me outside in five minutes. wewe couldn't tell who it was, but your curiosity got the best of you. As wewe stepped outside, wewe saw Dallas Winston, your long time crush. "Hey Dal," "Marisa, I've gotta tell wewe something," Dally bit his bottom lip and looked down at yours as wewe got closer to him. "Well, I've always liked wewe and I know I flirt all the time but you're different, you're special." Now Dally was holding your hands and pulling wewe closer to him. "If I can have you, I won't need anyone else in my life, so please Marisa, will wewe be my girl?" Your face probably looked shocked because right there Dally decided to pull wewe in for a long passionate kiss. "Yes! Dally, I will!" He smiled then wewe two got in his car and drove into the darkness of the night with intertwined fingers.
wewe walked into the Curtis house and wewe saw Ponyboy sitting there kusoma his book. "Hey Pony, are wewe ready to read 'Gone with the wind?' " "Yeah hang on, hujambo Soda, can wewe come here for a minute." wewe and Ponyboy have been Marafiki for a couple days now and he promised he would onyesha wewe his inayopendelewa book, and wewe never knew he had a brother. "Hey Pony--" Soda walked in with no shati on, only a towel. His jaw dropped and he blushed. "Hi, I'm Sodapop," "I'm Alex," wewe couldn't stop looking into his beautiful eyes. "Well Alex, how about I take wewe to the dingo for a coke?" wewe nod but then remember that wewe were really there to get that book. "Oh, pony, I'm sorry, can I please go?" "I ain't your parent, sure wewe can go and here take the book, wewe can read it to Soda." Soda took your hand and began leading wewe out the door. "Hey sodapop!" gppony, pony yelled, "you know wewe only got a towel on?" Soda blushed and gave wewe a quick kiss then ran to go get cloths.
wewe and Two-bit are sitting on the kitanda watching Mickey panya, kipanya and playing around. wewe throw popcorn at him occasionally and he just laughs. wewe have been dating for about 4 months now. wewe throw a piece of pop mahindi, nafaka and it hits him right in the face, and he turns around slowly, a slight smirk growing on his face as wewe begin to giggle. He lunges for wewe as he begins to tickle you, but this time wewe fight back and playfully wrestle him. wewe two roll around wrestling on the floor for about 2 minutes, and wewe stop when he ends up on juu of you. wewe look into each others eyes for what feels like forever, and finally he slowly moves his face closer to yours and kisses you. "I upendo wewe (Y/N)" he whispers, and leans in for another kiss.
Later that night, wewe hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of kitanda as wewe follow. wewe creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as wewe do what he instructed
wewe sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, wewe hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid shati and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” wewe ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes wewe are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” wewe say.
wewe take the bia from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are wewe happy with my chugging skills?” wewe ask.
wewe had gotten tired of the New Years Party wewe were at, so wewe decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” wewe laugh as wewe look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” wewe laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” wewe grin as wewe lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
wewe laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” wewe pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” wewe roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. wewe are you. Without certain things, wewe wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), wewe wouldn’t be you. If wewe didn’t snort when wewe laugh, wewe wouldn’t be you. If wewe didn’t randomly burst into song, wewe be you.
If wewe weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, upendo and adore.” He smiles as he kisses wewe on the cheek.
“Really?” wewe ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do wewe think this looks?” wewe ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” wewe ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” wewe ask, scrunching your nose.
“But wewe also look good in no clothes, if that’s what wewe want to know,” he grins at wewe like a little kid. “So could wewe hurry up so I could see my inayopendelewa outfit on you?”
