I rushed into my room and plopped on my बिस्तर throwing my पुस्तकें at my desk, my aiming was perfect .... almost. A bunch of papers spewed unto my floor. Groaning i got up from where i lay only a few measly सेकंड्स and went to pick up the papers. They were mostly school papers from last साल i didnt care about. I tossed them into the wire trashcan sitting अगला to my डेस्क carelessly. I picked up the last thing on the ground, a yelow tore up folder that looked flamiliar. I opened it ciriously and those words i worked so hard on last साल flashed before my eyes- when i stepped into the brightness from the darkness of the movie house....
I shut it quickly! i didnt want to remember. Not after a good दिन at school. Not after the pretties blonde i had ever laid hands on smiled at me. Not after darry and I went a दिन without quarrelling. I didnt want to remember now..not ever.
द्वारा the way.. My name is Ponyboy, ponyboy curtis. HOw rude of me not to say that first. YOu might of heard of me....but probably not. I dont get around much. Just the gang. And two of them are dead now. Dally..his दिल was in the wrong place at the wrong time and his crazy wittyness finally got him killed. shot-right before my eyes too. JOhnny... the लॉस्ट small boy with puppydog eyes and not much will to survive before it was too late... We saved a bunch of kids from a आग in a burning church,with Dallys help of course. HE got burned the worse, hot wood fell unto his back breaking it. He died at the tender age of sixteen..with noone to प्यार him except us. Not even his parents. Enouth about them. i need to stop living in the past..and look आगे to the furure. Whatever that may be. आप dont get much from being a greaser. Were stupid and poor and trash. Even darry who was smart and active..he didnt get anywhere. He gets to roof houses for a living . BUt that dosent matter either. Soda is a highschool dropout... but he is one of the most special people i will ever know.Because he can make me laugh...and thats twice as good as success and money.
I dont really know what god has in mind for me. Im not strong and practical like Darry. Im not funny and handsome like Sodapop. Im not innoncent and delicate like johnny.Im not careless and tough like dally was. Im not funny like Twobit. या good at working on cars with steve या good with girls. Im jsut ponyboy.Im sensitive and i dig sunsets and like पढ़ना books. That dosent mkae me nothin'. So maybe i am nothing and i always will be. BUt thats beyond the point too. Well instead of focusing on what im not and my past..why dont we focus on the future. Yes, that sounds like a plan to me.....
I shut it quickly! i didnt want to remember. Not after a good दिन at school. Not after the pretties blonde i had ever laid hands on smiled at me. Not after darry and I went a दिन without quarrelling. I didnt want to remember now..not ever.
द्वारा the way.. My name is Ponyboy, ponyboy curtis. HOw rude of me not to say that first. YOu might of heard of me....but probably not. I dont get around much. Just the gang. And two of them are dead now. Dally..his दिल was in the wrong place at the wrong time and his crazy wittyness finally got him killed. shot-right before my eyes too. JOhnny... the लॉस्ट small boy with puppydog eyes and not much will to survive before it was too late... We saved a bunch of kids from a आग in a burning church,with Dallys help of course. HE got burned the worse, hot wood fell unto his back breaking it. He died at the tender age of sixteen..with noone to प्यार him except us. Not even his parents. Enouth about them. i need to stop living in the past..and look आगे to the furure. Whatever that may be. आप dont get much from being a greaser. Were stupid and poor and trash. Even darry who was smart and active..he didnt get anywhere. He gets to roof houses for a living . BUt that dosent matter either. Soda is a highschool dropout... but he is one of the most special people i will ever know.Because he can make me laugh...and thats twice as good as success and money.
I dont really know what god has in mind for me. Im not strong and practical like Darry. Im not funny and handsome like Sodapop. Im not innoncent and delicate like johnny.Im not careless and tough like dally was. Im not funny like Twobit. या good at working on cars with steve या good with girls. Im jsut ponyboy.Im sensitive and i dig sunsets and like पढ़ना books. That dosent mkae me nothin'. So maybe i am nothing and i always will be. BUt thats beyond the point too. Well instead of focusing on what im not and my past..why dont we focus on the future. Yes, that sounds like a plan to me.....
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn और read the book and watch the movie.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did आप and Mom meet?” The 12 साल old asked.
“I bet it was an epic प्यार story.” Eight साल old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when आप met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like आप a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of बीयर, बियर I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the टोपी off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the दीवार from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I प्यार with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I प्यार you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I प्यार आप too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will आप marry me?”