mysticfantsy

Epilogue Four years later… “Ponyboy!” I turn my head and see my older brother, Sodapop. He’s now nineteen, turning twenty soon. “You coming?” I nod my head and I go to the door where he is standing. Soda then opens the door and steps outside. “Hey Darry, can I drive?” “No, we want to get there safely,” Darry replies. Same old Darry. I get my shoes on and go outside to join my brothers. “You alright Ponyboy?” asks Darry. “I’m fine.” A lie. I can’t tell Darry how I feel. We get along better now, but things still aren’t perfect. I get into the car, si

On the west side of town, Lies the best of the best. Those snobby rich Socs, Whom which we detest. They carry themselves. Life is great; they don’t care. They leave us in ruins, But that’s life; it’s unfair. Now we are the Greasers, Living on the east side. In a place that is useless, Drifting onwards with pride. Our parents are poor folk, (It’s that, or they’re dead) But we’ve banded together. We’re a family instead. Us Greasers are brothers, And our loyalty shows, Through our thoughts and our actions, And our hatred of foes. One night after dark, When two Greasers were talking, Those Socs showe