The next morning arrived too quick. Darry helped me get up and get showered and dressed. I felt so wobbly since I hadn't been up much that I was scared I might fall over in court. We got ourselves to the courthouse where I was met by my doctor. He shook his head then went off to meet with the judge. Why was he meeting with him? What was going to happen? Questions just caused my pounding head to pound louder.
In the courtroom the Judge questioned the Socs first about what had happened. When they were done he turned and looked at me. I moved to the stand and he started his questions with one that caught me off guard. Did I like living with Darry? How were my grades? How did these questions relate to this case? He asked me nothing more and I was excused. That was it? I was free to continue with my life.
Since things had hit bottom I expected that things could only get better. I was wrong. I had a hard time concentrating in school and my grades continued to fall. I squeaked through math and barely passed the rest. I had a D in english but she said she'd pass me with a C if I chose a theme and wrote about it. I said I'd do my best but had no idea what even to write about.
Two-Bit and Steve picked me up at lunch and we went for a drive. We parked at the far end of the parking lot and sat talking to some girls. A car slowly pulled up beside us and out climbed several members of the Soc's gang. I grabbed my pepsi, smashed it and held the broken glass up towards them. I threatened that if they took one step closer I'd slit them open. They backed away, climbed back into their car and drove off.
I turned around all proud but the looks on Two-Bit's and Steve's face took me by surpise. "What?" I asked. They said they were shocked at my reaction or maybe over-reaction. They didn't my life to turn out like theirs. They had amounted to nothing but I had hope because I was still in school actually getting an education. I walked away and went back into the school. This was so not like them.
When I got home that night Darry and I got into a fight over the english thing. It got pretty heated and I think Soda remembered what had happened the last time Darry and I got into it and how life had changed because he went white. Suddenly he got up and ran out the door. Darry and I ran after him and I tackled him to the ground. "What's up what's wrong?" I demanded from him. I was right, he remembered.
Darry plopped down beside Soda and I. Soda made us promise never to have fights like that again and we agreed never again. Back at home I looked at the bookshelf by the window. I went over and looked at a few books and then one caught my eye it was "Gone with the wind". Great idea, great theme, "Gone With the Wind." My report began, "when I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house I had two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home..."
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