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 woke up of he teacher yelling at you. "Y/N wake up right now" she said. wewe woke up and looked up. Everyone was looking at wewe , including Ponyboy. "Sorry" wewe alisema and opened your book to the page she told you. After ten dakika of listening the kengele rang. wewe closed your book and walked out of the class. wewe walked to your last class. wewe loved that class cause most your Marafiki were in it. wewe only had like four Marafiki but it was still fun. wewe and your Marafiki always sat kwa each other in the back. wewe would always get into trouble. The four of wewe started to laugh. One if your Marafiki threw something at a kids head. "Ladies in the back stop laughing" the teacher said. wewe stopped for awhile. wewe other friend would ask stupid maswali to make wewe guys laugh. wewe were laughing so hard. "Y/N please go to Mrs. Landers room" the teacher said. "Okay" wewe alisema wewe grabbed your stuff and walked out. wewe walked into Mrs. landers room to see Ponyboy was in there.
"I can't believe wewe guys are drunk again!" wewe yelled as wewe ran out. You're parents were drunk again, wewe couldn't stand it when they were, au when anyone was because wewe were scared bad things might happen when people are drunk. wewe ran as fast as wewe could until wewe reached the DX, Steve was standing outside leaning on a car. "Hey Savannah, what happened?" "My parents were drunk again, I can't stand it when they are, I'm just so scared when that happens." "Hey, don't worry, I'll protect you." Steve hugged wewe and wewe found your arms around his neck. wewe guys embraced each other with the glimmering moon light it the background. "Savannah, I'll onyesha wewe how to fix up cars." He held your hand and brought wewe to the back of the DX.
“Do wewe like plants?”
“Ummm… Sure?” wewe answer your boyfriend Two-Bit.
“That’s not a good answer.”
“Ok I don’t like plants?”
“Wrong answer.”
“I like plants?”
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because I got wewe one.” He looks up towards the ceiling.
“Oh…” wewe say, it finally clicking. “I like this plant.”
“Good.” He grins as he kisses you.
