Saturday, September 15, 2007
06 JUNE 1967
After the girls left, Johnny and I went to the lot and the next minute, we fell asleep. Johnny then woke me up and I realised that i SHOULD be home by then. When I reached home, as I expected, Darry was mad at me for coming home late (two in the morning) and for sleeping in the lot. He was nagging with his voice raised. Sodapop tried to stick up for me but he yelled at Soda instead.
How can he yell at Soda? He should never yell at Soda. Nobody should ever holler at my brother. I was mad, then I exploded. And what I get in return was a slap on my face. Darry gave a hard, hard slap. There was a silence and since I couldn't control my emotions, I ran away with Johnny.
Ponyboyyyy Curtis.
5:13 PM