Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning, and reached over to wake up Ponyboy, but he wasn't there. I wish I hadn't, because then I could think he was still there. I miss him. So, I got up, and I made breakfast, because it was my turn. But, I set out three plates. Three, when I only needed two. This day hasn't been going great so far, but Steve, Two and I are going to the Dingo later, so maybe I can forget again. Get a drink, smoke another cigarette (I've been smoking a lot more, too. I'm going to start keeping track of how many in a day), mess around. I'll probably write more when I get back. See you later.
Heyd iary i'M back from the Dingo. Srry ifm y words are str ange, Ith ink I dra nktoo much. Me n Ketih n Stev were having a goodti me, and then some Socies showed up nd startedtr ouble. I sho uld tell Ponebone to get me some aspirins. Okok bye
Cigareets: Awh ole bunch -Pespi-Clao
A/N: THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE ONE TO WRITE EVER (btw he's been drinking and smoking lately because of all the stress and from losing pony and sandy, so yeah)
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The SUPER SECRET Diary of Sodapop Curtis
FanfictionSo, this is my super secret diary, obviously. Steve, put it down. (This was written for my grade 9 project)
