The Cops all pulled up, looking for darry of course he has stolen some things after he ran out of the hospital, when johnny died. Next thing i know i hear gun shots from every angle. Pow Pow. Then i hear a faint moan the cops were trying to shoot Darry, but soda got hit trying to save darry. Gosh he should’ve just stayed out the way. As a tear came from my eye i hear everyone scream for soda. The next day was not the same. No day was normal after soda and johnny died, it did not feel right being without soda and johnny. It did not feel right when all the boys were together, well not all the boys were together. It was odd seeing how small our gang had become, even though only two people were gone they were the best people i’ve come to meet.
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When the funeral started there wasn't many people just some of soda and johnny's friends and family. Then some Socs walked in. Darry did not say anything. When a soc walked straight up to me, darry lost it. “Get away from my kid brother!!!” They were telling me they were sorry for our losses, but ever since soda passed darry's been protective. I feel as if i have no friends or just anyone in general, i mean i have lots of friends but johnny and soda were my best friends. When we went home from the funerals darry and i went to get some rum. Darry never drank or smoked but i reckon he could not handle this, neither could I. The next day i woke up cold and wet then when i was fully awake i realized i was on the side of the road. I seen darry too, I guess we drank a little too much, but when i got up i had stitches on my side and i could barely move, my legs had cuts and slits in them. I dragged myself over to darry, He wouldn't wake up for anything, nothing at all. I had to force myself up in extreme pain but i couldn't feel it i was worried about darry, not me, nothing was more important in my mind than darry. I got him in the kitchen counter and i called the boys over to help me. He wasn't responding i had to splash some water on his and fix him up. I guess we got
When the funeral started there wasn't many people just some of soda and johnny's friends and family. Then some Socs walked in. Darry did not say anything. When a soc walked straight up to me, darry lost it. “Get away from my kid brother!!!” They were telling me they were sorry for our losses, but ever since soda passed darry's been protective. I feel as if i have no friends or just anyone in general, i mean i have lots of friends but johnny and soda were my best friends. When we went home from the funerals darry and i went to get some rum. Darry never drank or smoked but i reckon he could not handle this, neither could I. The next day i woke up cold and wet then when i was fully awake i realized i was on the side of the road. I seen darry too, I guess we drank a little too much, but when i got up i had stitches on my side and i could barely move, my legs had cuts and slits in them. I dragged myself over to darry, He wouldn't wake up for anything, nothing at all. I had to force myself up in extreme pain but i couldn't feel it i was worried about darry, not me, nothing was more important in my mind than darry. I got him in the kitchen counter and i called the boys over to help me. He wasn't responding i had to splash some water on his and fix him up. I guess we got