March 7th, 1984
Empty field somewhere in Tulsa
Dally POV:
She's not gonna be back. I don't even know why she agreed to go back. She wasn't ready, physically I mean. She was still hurt a lot from the incident..I'm just confused- and I wish she would tell me straight to my face when she's leaving.
"You come here too?" Some random guy said. I turned my head and realized he was a Soc. I stood up and took my switchblade out.
"Whoa, whoa..I don't wanna fight man." He said putting his hands up. I hesitated but flicked my switchblade back. He stood next to me with his hands in his front Jean pockets, leaning onto one leg casually. He seemed calm, unlike me.
"Why ya here man?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"My father died." My jaw practically dropped. I mean I never really knew my father and he didn't care for me at all, but he seemed so laid back and peaceful.
"Why are you acting so-..at ease?" I asked with a little more annoyance in my voice.
"Everything comes and goes. Nothing can last forever, so never plan on it. That's why I never get my hopes up..you never know how or when it may end but it will eventually." He spoke softly and quietly, his voice honestly calmed me down.
He sounded like a poet, he looked like a poet too. He was slim and boney. He looked beaten up as well, along with a lot more nicer clothing.
I paused and thought deeper into his little speech or quote. It was true, very true.
"Where did you learn that?"
"I made it myself."
"Oh.."
"Are you a poet or writer or something?"
"No, I'm a human being just like you." Hearing a Soc say that felt weird. They would never ever compare themselves to a low life person like myself.
"What? No, no, no—we are nothing alike! Your fancy and have-"
"In appearance yes we are two totally different people, but in reality we're the exact same. We're at the same field ain't we? And by the look on your face earlier it looked like we are here for similar reasons. And by the way you automatically took your switchblade out when you caught that quick glimpse of me you could tell I was a Soc. And I could tell you've been beaten by many. Just because I have money doesn't mean I'm gonna hurt you. Not all of us are like that you know? I'd like to get to know you sometime, maybe we have more in common than you think."
I never learned the name of that tall, skinny Soc. He left after he said that and I didn't dare chase after him or anything, I still don't trust them enough. But his words still rang in my ears like a train whistle, especially one specific line.
"In appearance, but in reality we're the exact same."
"In appearance, but in reality we're the exact same."
"In appearance, but in reality we're the exact same."
"In appearance, but in reality we're the exact same."
"In appearance, but in reality we're the exact same."
Exact same.
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