*** Ponyboy's P.O.V.***
The best thing about being in a gang like ours, is you get to know each other real well. Sometimes too well. Like what annoys each other. Since we we're so close we hardly ever fight with each other. Today was of those day however, where we didn't get along.
I'm not sure how it started really. Things had been alright, then suddenly turned bad and got worse. It had been a normal Sunday for the gang. Connie had gone off to church like she does every Sunday. She went to pray for her brother, her parents, and the gang. My family used to go with her and her family every Sunday before my parents died. I liked listening to the sermons, but nowadays we just didn't have time to go anymore.
When Connie had come back, we had planned to play football in the lot like we do every weekend. Only today, we didn't have a football on account of Two-Bit kicking it over the fence and losing it. He said he would just swipe us another one from the discount store downtown, but as usual he had forgotten. That didn't matter though, because the weather was terrible. It was raining really hard,more of a downpour actually. This left all of us stuck inside the house with no way to blow off steam and on edge. Like I said earlier, I don't know how all of it started,but if I had to guess it would have to be with Soda and Steve. …show more content…
I think it was over the cake. It may have seemed like nothing, but Steve and Soda never fought. The two of them had been in the kitchen goofing off and rough-housing as usual, when Steve had gone into the icebox to get a piece of chocolate cake. The last piece of chocolate cake. "Hey Steve. Give me a slice." Soda had asked him. "Can't. This is the last one." He had told him, mouth full of cake. "Well give me a bite." "No way!" Steve chuckled. He walked to the kitchen
The best thing about being in a gang like ours, is you get to know each other real well. Sometimes too well. Like what annoys each other. Since we we're so close we hardly ever fight with each other. Today was of those day however, where we didn't get along.
I'm not sure how it started really. Things had been alright, then suddenly turned bad and got worse. It had been a normal Sunday for the gang. Connie had gone off to church like she does every Sunday. She went to pray for her brother, her parents, and the gang. My family used to go with her and her family every Sunday before my parents died. I liked listening to the sermons, but nowadays we just didn't have time to go anymore.
When Connie had come back, we had planned to play football in the lot like we do every weekend. Only today, we didn't have a football on account of Two-Bit kicking it over the fence and losing it. He said he would just swipe us another one from the discount store downtown, but as usual he had forgotten. That didn't matter though, because the weather was terrible. It was raining really hard,more of a downpour actually. This left all of us stuck inside the house with no way to blow off steam and on edge. Like I said earlier, I don't know how all of it started,but if I had to guess it would have to be with Soda and Steve. …show more content…
I think it was over the cake. It may have seemed like nothing, but Steve and Soda never fought. The two of them had been in the kitchen goofing off and rough-housing as usual, when Steve had gone into the icebox to get a piece of chocolate cake. The last piece of chocolate cake. "Hey Steve. Give me a slice." Soda had asked him. "Can't. This is the last one." He had told him, mouth full of cake. "Well give me a bite." "No way!" Steve chuckled. He walked to the kitchen