I began like this:when I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind:Paul Newman and a ride home. My brain fluids were interrupted my Darry’s screaming. Are you working on your paper Ponyboy? Yes sir I yelled back. I had lost my train of thought, until I thought about me failing then my thoughts came back, fast. I kept working for a few hours, my hand was cramping up so I decided to take a break and a nap.

I had a nightmare, Johnny was still alive. He had gotten into an argument with Dally about how he should have killed Bob instead of just a little stab. For some reason Johnny had gotten really mad for no reason. He told him to follow him outside. They got up and went outside, I peeked out my window to see what was going on. Johnny whipped out a heater and pointed it at Dally. I tried to scream at him to stop but my mouth was glued close, I couldn’t open my mouth. I tried breaking …show more content…
I forgot that they were dead anyway and none of that horrible nightmare mattered anyway. I looked at my essay for a little bit thinking about starting again. I tried but I couldn’t anymore I had no ideas and I didn’t want to think about my life of the past anymore. To many deaths for my memories. Darry you got some smokes I can have? I asked. No and even if I did I wouldn’t let you have any, you’re still recovering from a concussion you shouldn’t be letting any more deadly smoke go to your head Pony.

I went back to my essay to try again since I had nothing else to do anyway I might as well exorcise my brain to get some more of them brain juices flowing. I pounded my head to think harder. I had decided to just write about my past by the time my whole head was swollen and purple. I wrote about how I had saved those couple of kids and the rumble, pretty much everything. I felt pretty good about that essay, like if it was impossible to have done any better than I had