While your guys’s mother was cooking dinner, your oldest brother that was twelve, Darry, Second oldest brother who was eight, Soda, you, seven years old, and the youngest, Ponyboy who was six. You and him were on the couch while Soda and Darry were on the floor, all watching television, when Pony decided to start annoying you. He put his finger a few inches away from your arm, knowing it would piss you off. It did.

“Ugh! What did I say about touching me, don’t touch me!” You scolded, glaring at him. “I’m not touching you.” He argued back. “I see your finger right there!” (you) “I’m not touching you!” (him) “Mom, can I kill him?!” (you) You yelled out to your mother in the kitchen, and your older brothers bursted out laughing.