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The thought of jail was starring me in the face "ponyboy we cant be here", I expressed vaguely. We sprint to the massive doors looking over us but in the back of my head I hear the deep voice of a middle aged man. I Then turn to see Two 6'0 tall men with tattoos on their arms the size of my head. "what's the matter", said ponyboy. The men stare me dead in the eye and tackle me to the ground "Ponyboy run!" I shouted in a trembling voice. This was it, this was my most feared outcome. Jail.

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Conclusion
"We could go back to the church, change our identity, start over. We can only pull this off if we keep it to ourselves, no telling anybody only the gang, what do you say?" The desperate look in Johnny's eyes was devastating, there is no way I could tell him that I wasn't leaving Darry and Sodapop. "I can finally be free without worrying and stressing every second of every day that the police are going to find me. You won't have to be forced in to that horrific boys home, Darry and Soda can come and visit at any time." I took a minute as I watched the setting sun fall behind the mountains. There were a million responses to what he was asking of me, yet there was only one that could save us now. "Ok, lets do it" I forced a smile to my face as he wrapped me in the tightest hug I almost suffocated. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, we could finally have the chance to live, to have the freedom we have been longing for some time now, we can be happy.

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We could pretend for as long as we liked, but he would never have to live with the guilt that I will live with. I was panicked because I’d been hurt before, turns out I’m not better. It all it took was night. One night to change my life forever.

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No wonder I felt like an outcast. I was myself after all. Eveything was all my fault. Life was hard enough already, taking care of my brothers. I could hear the panic within the boys voices begin to splurge, they were depending on me to make the choice. " why cant we just change our identitys" ponyboy exlamied. I already knew the awnser to that. It was the last thing we had of our parents. The only option I had. As I lept of of behind the car. My arms began to widen as the world seemed to move in a slow pace. Screams curlded as pony boy and jonny saw my lifeless body laying on the ground at the cause of the police. 

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No wonder I felt like an outcast. I was myself after all. Eveything was all my fault. Life was hard enough already, taking care of my brothers. I could hear the panic within the boys voices begin to splurge, they were depending on me to make the choice. " why cant we just change our identitys" ponyboy exlamied. I already knew the awnser to that. It was the last thing we had of our parents. The only option I had. As I lept of of behind the car. My arms began to widen as the world seemed to move in a slow pace. Screams curlded as pony boy and jonny saw my lifeless body laying on the ground at the cause of the police. 

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We could go to the church and we can be free again. I won’t get sent to jail, and Pony-Boy you won’t be sent into a boys home. We can tell our family where we are so they can visit us. We can finally live our life – we can be happy.

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We could go to the old church and change our profile and we can be free again. I won't get sent to jail, and Pony-boy wouldn't end up being sent to a cruel boy's home. We could giveaway our whereabouts to our family like a bird looking for a partner so they could visit us, but we can't tell people we don't trust. It's the only way to live in the meadows of freedom. We have to do this, it's the only way out of this twisted mess. If we live like chameleons in the jungle, there will be no chance for us to be together. My soul can't be confined to a concrete cellar.

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"But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing."

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“From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” Dr Suess

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“From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere!” Dr Suess

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“After all, tomorrow is another day.”
- Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the wind

We can start again tomorrow, if we fail we can try again tomorrow.

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I then learnt that not all happily ever afters are love and passion however they can truly be a tragedy. 

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I then learnt that not all happily ever afters are love and passion however they can truly be a tragedy. 

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i saw him hanging by his neck there lifeless. He had been caught

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i saw him hanging by his neck there lifeless. He had been caught

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The memo of the story is never let the world decive you, it is your worst enemy. 

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The memo of the story is never let the world decive you, it is your worst enemy. 

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"If i had to do it all over again, i would not have chosen this life. Then again, I'm not sure i ever had a choice."

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"If i had to do it all over again, i would not have chosen this life. Then again, I'm not sure i ever had a choice."

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Maybe Socs and Greasers don't have much in different.