The outsiders (Ponyboy Curtis)

Chapter 3

"How old are you?" Marcia asked. "14" Pony answered, "16" answered Johnny too. "13" I said. "I though you were 16" said Marcia "14" said Cherry at the same time. We started to talk about Dallas when I saw Two-Bit walking in silence behind us. He saw me watching him and put his figer on his mouth trying to silence me. I made a little laugh but no one heard it.

He touched Marcia and Johnny's shoulders and screaming making all of them scream too. I laughed like Marcia and the other just rolled their eyes. "Who de have here? Your grandmothers? " the girls laughed. "What are you girls doing hanging out with these greasers? " "Where is Dally?" asked someone behind us and we looked back seeing Tim Sheppard, he was a greaser like us.

"He left" answered Pony and we looked to the screen again. "He broke my car's wheels" said Tim angrily. "But he left, he's not really here. Did you see Dally? " Pony asked looking at us and he shooked his head and winking his eye. "No" "No" all of us said.

Tim left and Two-Bit asked "Did he had a blade?" "I don't think so" Johnny answered. "Maddie do you want todo come with me and buy some Cokes and popcorns? " Cherry asked getting up and and get up confused saying "Sure".

Cherry and I arrived and Cherry asked "Your friend, with the scar on his cheek, is he okay?" "Well
... His parents usually beat him..." then of talking about Socs weren't at their best time, we returned to the place before.

When the film ended, we were walking near a fence about Curtis brothers. "So tell me something about your old brother, you've never talked about him." said Cherry to Pony while he was smoking, again.

"What ya wanna know? He's the biggest in my house" "Yeah, but how is he like? Is he like Soda, dreamy like you or timid like Maddie?"

"He's not like Soda and Maddie, and sure he's not like me." A car arrived and we started to walk faster. "What are we gonna do?" Marcia asked, scared. "Simply perfect..." I wishpered and Pone grabbed my hand scared too.

"Cherry! What's going on?" asked a drunk Bob. "what are you doing?" "I've told you before, I'm not going out with you if you drink. Never!" she shouted angrily. "But that's not s reason for walking in the street with this bumps" interrumpted his best friend.

"Who are you calling bumps?" asked Two and the friend said "You!" and Two grabbed his blade.