The glocke rang loudly, announcing the end of class. The classroom got increasingly louder as the kids got ready to leave.
“I'll see Du Weiter week, class. Ponyboy Curtis?” My English teacher, called out.
“Yes, Mr. Syme?” I answered, looking up from my desk.
“May I speak with Du before Du leave?”
“I guess so.” I picked up my Bücher and headed for the front of the room. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind. Ponyboy, did Du write this all Von yourself?”
I instantly recognized the composition notebook in which I had written The Outsiders. I flipped it open to the first page and quietly read the first paragraph, "....When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I have only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman---He looks tough and I don't---but I guess my looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish gray eyes. I wish they were Mehr gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long in the front and side, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood never bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair...." I closed it and looked at it for a while, then said, “Yeah, I did.”
“Ponyboy, did all of this really happen?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Syme.”
The English teacher leaned back in his chair and looked at me, then asked, “I knew some of it but......Did Du Zeigen this to your older brother?”
“No.” I shifted uncomfortably.
“You should. Take it on Home and have him read it. Du can bring it back to me on Monday, I have something I want to do.”
“Okay. Uh, Mr. Syme? Do I get that passing C?”
“No, Ponyboy, I'm giving Du an A-.”
“AN A?!” I was shocked.
“An A-, Ponyboy. Du could get a better grade if Du would just accomplish your work during the actual semester. That is an excellent composition, Ponyboy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Syme! Wait'll Darry hears this!” I left the room, the realized I didn't have the notebook, stepping back in, I took it and said, “I'll see Du on Monday, Mr. Syme!”
Outside the classroom, Two-Bit was waiting for me, “Had to stay after, huh?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and started down the hall.
Two-Bit followed and asked, “You in big trouble?”
“No. Mr. Syme told me to have Darry read this.” I showed Two-Bit the notebook.
Two-Bit wiped his hands on his jeans and took the notebook, flipping through it. “The Outsiders? Hey, this has me in it!”
“Yeah. I wrote it about last month.” I took the notebook back.
“Ah. Hey, Steve, me and some other greasers are gonna head down to the corner store and hang out, Du wanna come?” Two-Bit, now outside the building, pulled out a packet of cigarettes.
“Can't. Gotta get home.”
Two-Bit lit a cigarette for himself, “Darry get after Du again?”
“No. I've got homework and the house is a mess after Du came over.” I sagte meaningfully, glaring at him.
Two-Bit ignored my point, offering a cigarette.
“No, I gotta get home. Anyway, Darry sagte I'd better quit smoking. It gives the welfare workers something to work off of.”
“Okay, Ponyboy. See Du later.”
“See Du later, Two-Bit.” Two-Bit headed off down the straße and I started home. I wandered down the street, thinking about the earlier month. I knew that it all had happened and I remember all of it clearly, especially in my dreams, but I've never had really thought about it in depth. Passing the DX, I saw Steve working at one of the pumps. “Where's Soda?” I called out.
Steve saw me, waved and responded, “He already left. Darry called and sagte Soda was only going to work a half Tag today. Du know, that sounds like a good idea. I'll call Buck and see if he can send over a replacement.”
I grinned, Steve never worked a full day. “See Du later, Steve!” I called as he stepped inside for the phone and I moved on.
“I'll see Du Weiter week, class. Ponyboy Curtis?” My English teacher, called out.
“Yes, Mr. Syme?” I answered, looking up from my desk.
“May I speak with Du before Du leave?”
“I guess so.” I picked up my Bücher and headed for the front of the room. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind. Ponyboy, did Du write this all Von yourself?”
I instantly recognized the composition notebook in which I had written The Outsiders. I flipped it open to the first page and quietly read the first paragraph, "....When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I have only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman---He looks tough and I don't---but I guess my looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish gray eyes. I wish they were Mehr gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long in the front and side, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood never bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair...." I closed it and looked at it for a while, then said, “Yeah, I did.”
“Ponyboy, did all of this really happen?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Syme.”
The English teacher leaned back in his chair and looked at me, then asked, “I knew some of it but......Did Du Zeigen this to your older brother?”
“No.” I shifted uncomfortably.
“You should. Take it on Home and have him read it. Du can bring it back to me on Monday, I have something I want to do.”
“Okay. Uh, Mr. Syme? Do I get that passing C?”
“No, Ponyboy, I'm giving Du an A-.”
“AN A?!” I was shocked.
“An A-, Ponyboy. Du could get a better grade if Du would just accomplish your work during the actual semester. That is an excellent composition, Ponyboy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Syme! Wait'll Darry hears this!” I left the room, the realized I didn't have the notebook, stepping back in, I took it and said, “I'll see Du on Monday, Mr. Syme!”
Outside the classroom, Two-Bit was waiting for me, “Had to stay after, huh?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and started down the hall.
Two-Bit followed and asked, “You in big trouble?”
“No. Mr. Syme told me to have Darry read this.” I showed Two-Bit the notebook.
Two-Bit wiped his hands on his jeans and took the notebook, flipping through it. “The Outsiders? Hey, this has me in it!”
“Yeah. I wrote it about last month.” I took the notebook back.
“Ah. Hey, Steve, me and some other greasers are gonna head down to the corner store and hang out, Du wanna come?” Two-Bit, now outside the building, pulled out a packet of cigarettes.
“Can't. Gotta get home.”
Two-Bit lit a cigarette for himself, “Darry get after Du again?”
“No. I've got homework and the house is a mess after Du came over.” I sagte meaningfully, glaring at him.
Two-Bit ignored my point, offering a cigarette.
“No, I gotta get home. Anyway, Darry sagte I'd better quit smoking. It gives the welfare workers something to work off of.”
“Okay, Ponyboy. See Du later.”
“See Du later, Two-Bit.” Two-Bit headed off down the straße and I started home. I wandered down the street, thinking about the earlier month. I knew that it all had happened and I remember all of it clearly, especially in my dreams, but I've never had really thought about it in depth. Passing the DX, I saw Steve working at one of the pumps. “Where's Soda?” I called out.
Steve saw me, waved and responded, “He already left. Darry called and sagte Soda was only going to work a half Tag today. Du know, that sounds like a good idea. I'll call Buck and see if he can send over a replacement.”
I grinned, Steve never worked a full day. “See Du later, Steve!” I called as he stepped inside for the phone and I moved on.
“No you’re too young.” He says, munching on some chips.
“You’re too young too.” Ponyboy says, annoyed.
“But I gotta look after you, kiddo. Du don’t want to end up like me. Well actually I take that back. Du do kinda wanna end up like me; a successful sex god.”
“You are not a sex god.”
“Yes I am. Are Du blind?”
“I obviously have better vision than you.”
Steve tackles Ponyboy, pinning him the ground.
“Take it back, Horseman.”
“Nope.” Ponyboy laughs.
“You better, oder I will fucking beat your ass.”
“Ok, ok, Du have ok vision.”
“Thank you.” Steve says, getting off of Ponyboy.
“Welcome.” Ponyboy mutters.
“You’re alright kid.”
Darry looks at Du in complete shock. “What?”
“I’m pregnant, and I think we should put the baby up for adoption.” Du say in rushed words.
He just gives Du a funny look.
“Money’s tight…” Du continue. “It wouldn’t be fair to bring up a child like this… And I don’t know if Du even want it… I’d think it’d be best for him oder her.”
“What’s best for our baby is living with it’s parents who will work hard to make a good life for them.” He smiles at you.
Two-Bit kissed your lips lightly and smiled. Du smiled back at him. "Why are Du so happy?" Du asked. "I'm so happy because I have the most beautiful girl in the world laying right Weiter to me." He sagte as he wrapped his arms around you. Du felt your cheeks heat up. Two-Bit chuckled and Du laughed along with him. "I Liebe you." He whispered. "I Liebe Du to." Du answered. Two-Bit rested his head on your shoulder. He whispered about how beautiful Du were and how much he loved you, up until Du both fell asleep.