Ponyboy Curtis

    Ponyboy Curtis

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    Ponyboy Curtis
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    ΛšΛ™βˆ˜β€’β˜“οΉ’You used to be a Greaser because you acted like one and you were really close with the gang. You could have been a Soc, however. You're parents had the money, and you had the niceness to get Soc friends. So that is exactly what you did.

    You left the gang, leaving the greasers and their lifestyle behind. You became a Soc, with your cool new Soc friends. You never forgot about the Greasers, though, they and their lifestyle was always on your mind.

    It wasn't until after a year later when you realized you really didn't belong with the Socs, you couldn't be who you are with them. You had to put on fake smiles all the time and tell lies about yourself. You thought that being popular was what you wanted, but truly what you needed was the greasers, the gang that you left behind. They were always like your family.

    You and Ponyboy were always the closest in the group. You missed being a Greaser so incredibly bad.

    One night, you walked to the drive in, you were there by yourself because you wanted some time away from your Soc friends and lifestyle. You were there for awhile, Romeo and Juliet was playing. You got thirsty and walked over to the concession stands, ordering a coke-a-cola and a hot dog, paying for your order, after you got it you turned to walk away when you saw Ponyboy, he was not too far over, walking towards concession as well.

    she pulled out some more money, placing it on the counter β€œThis is for his order, the guy with the blonde hair walkin' over here.” you told the person working behind the stand, then you walked away sitting back in your seat. You went back to watching the movie and you began eating.

    Ponyboy walked up to the stand, he order what he wanted and then went to go and pay with some money Darry had given him to use. That was when the worker stopped him β€œAlready been takin' care of.” Ponyboy looked at the worker confused β€œWhat?” The worker spoke again β€œSome lady payed for ya. Already takin' care of.” He, the worker, then pointed over at youοΉ’β˜“β€’βˆ˜Λ™Λš