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Hey Ponyboy, I know things are really tough right now and it feels like running away was the only choice, but I think you and Johnny should go back home. Staying in the church forever won’t help, and you didn’t mean for that Soc to die—you were just trying to protect yourself. Some people might say turning yourself in is risky because Greasers don’t always get treated fairly, but running away will only make things worse. You have people who care about you, like Darry and Sodapop, and they’re probably really worried. You’re different from other Greasers—you care about things like sunsets and books, and that’s what Johnny meant when he said “stay gold.” Don’t give up on your future; go home, tell the truth, and try to make things right.

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Man, things just ain't the same around here anymore.

After everything - Johnny dying, Dally blowing himself out like that, and Pony barely hanging on - it's like the whole town got quieter, heavier. Even the Socs don't drive around looking for fights like they used to. Maybe because they're scared, or maybe they finally figured it don't make them tuff. I don't know. All I know is, we lost too much, and nobody really won.

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Dear Pony,

I know things feel like they're falling apart right now, but I need you to hear me out. You and Johnny did what you thought you had to, and I get that. But running away isn't going to fix anything especially not in the long run. The law might not see it the way we do, but you're not a criminal, Pony, and neither is Johnny. I think the best thing you can do now is come home and face this - not just for yourself, but for all of us who care about you.

I won't lie, its going to be hard. But you're not alone. Me and Darry, we're right here, and we always will be. I believe in you, Ponyboy. You've always had more heart and brains than most guys twice your age, and if you keep that, you'll come out stronger.

Love,

Soda

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By the time I got close, I could see them: a bunch of Socs, five, maybe six, shoving Pony and Johnny around by the fountain. Ponyboy was fighting, but he didn't stand a chance. One of the Socs grabbed him and shoved his head underwater. I froze, heart jackhammering in my chest. I couldn't move, couldn't even breathe..

Then there was this flash - metal catching the streetlight - and everything went still, like the whole world was holding its breath. Bob Sheldon hit the ground with a thump.

The Socs backed off, yelling and cussing. Ponyboy was hacking and coughing, water spilling out of his lungs. And Johnny just stood there, staring at what he had done. I wanted to run to them, grab them both, and drag them home, but I knew even then - it was too late. Way too late.

Nothing was ever gonna be the same after this.

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My name is Cherredy, a 20-year-old girl who saw Ponyboy and his friends at school. Some of them were saying not to fight anymore. I feel like they are changing the way they sometimes do things. In the community, sometimes the Greasers found hope in what Johnny said in his last breath, and I know they have changed somehow. I hope in the future, the socs will change what they're doing because between them and the greasers, they are always the same. But I noticed one of them changed, so I'm hoping for the rest. The choices that the greasers made, I think, were sometimes for sacrifices. Some of them just had to give up and kill the ones for the badness they did. They had to defend themselves. Well, I hope in the future, they are doing what they need to be doing, and I want to be part of this in my life... maybe I would write the same, but a little different story that Ponyboy once did.

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My sister and I were sitting on the porch after the fire in the church, we were discussing and trying to piece together what we heard from the neighbors. It was all over the news of how it burned down, the boys, the heroes, but I thought it was a bit suspicious, or I felt something off. My sister always thought the Curtis brothers were cool, and I think that too, and I hope they're ok. My sister cut off my train of thought and asked if i thought Johnny's gonna be ok, I think he will be fine, but there's no guarantee. The tension between the greasers and socs has always been thick, and I just hope they can get along but it might be hard because of the 2 kids that died. The greaser's reputation in the future might be a little complicated because of the rivalry and the socs, but i think they can pave their future if they're careful. My sister nodded and went to get us ice creams and i just sat in thought

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My name is Ike and I'm an elderly man who lives in the town where the Greasers hang out, and it has been wild. I had moved to this town a couple of months ago, and it seemed like the greasers had been all over the place. There have been many fights and stores being robbed by the gangs. But it seemed to have changed around here ever since the big fight. I wasn't there during the rumble, but I heard that it was pretty rough for both the Greasers and the Socs. But ever since the big fight between the two gangs, the town seems to have mellowed down. Maybe it was because of the two kids that died, or because the greasers are triumphing over their victory. I feel like the town will benefit from the Socs losing in the fight because that may mean less chaos and more quiet. I still feel sorry for the Greasers, though, because I heard about their friends who died on TV.

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I didn't go to the rumble, I normally don't try to get into those things. I know we won, and they might think twice while trying to beat us up. But they will always be socs, and we'll always be greasers. I do think that things can change, but not overnight. These social classes are always going to stay forever in some way, shape, or form. I do hope for change.

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Ever since I moved back everything has gotten so weird and it just brings back the old days. I heard about the incident with the fire. I hope that you guys are doing okay. Must've felt really heroic after what happened, I mean saving all those kids from a fire is pretty cool. There's been a silence going around between the Greasers and the Socs. I wonder what could've happened. Everything's just been so quiet lately. It's not the same without you guys.

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Blog post #2 Letter of advice to Ponyboy (Marcy, age 16) (Sandy)

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Blog post #2 Letter of advice to Ponyboy (Marcy, age 16) (Sandy)

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Dear Ponyboy,

I've been thinking a lot about you and Johnny since I heard what happened in that church. Then what you wrote about staying gold I don't know if this letter will mean anything to you but I hope it does I just wanted to say I think Johnny was right you are gold there's something in you most people in this town have lost the way you see Beauty in the world even with everything going on. I know things are rough and it's not fair  the way the world treats you or how quick people are to judge the greasers without knowing who you are but please don't lose that part of you that still believes in sunsets and poetry I think Johnny wanted you to remember there's more to life than just surviving you've got a good heart and maybe that's what this world needs more of so here's my advice: don't try to be tough because everyone expects you to be be smart be kind keep writing let Johnny's words stay with you and let them guide you if you can hold on to the good maybe just maybe you'll find a way out of this and into something better

Stay gold, Ponyboy.

- Marcy

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This town is so quiet now. Mainly, every greaser has grown quieter ever since what happened between the Socs, Johnny, and Ponyboy. I hope soon in a little bit, the Socs and greasers will get along, even if it is a dead dream of mine since they never got along before anyway. Everything that has happened these past few days is gonna impact how the future looks here between the greasers and Socs in the worst ways possible.

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The town is very different; there are no greasers around. I had heard that one of the greasers' members had stabbed and killed a soc named Bob. I am kind of glad they aren't here anymore, mostly because sometimes they made a lot of trouble. I liked a couple of them, but most of them were mean, and I didn't know them. I appreciated Ponyboy boy although he was the smallest of them all. He was nice.

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These past few days, I realised there are these kids who call themselves the greasers who haven't been to school i heard some people they were involved in the church and the killing and these gangs are fighting whitch is not getting better

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Everything is so different now, this town, place, people, community. Thats what my mom says but im not always sure how to respond to her when she says stuff like that. I mean i do agree that some thinbgs are definitly different but its more of the events that caused everyone and everything to be different, to turn different almost. Its been a couple weeks since Jhonny had passed and although I know hes a greaser and im a socs i still have human empathy for him and his friends and family. Dont ask me how i know about it, i just do okay? I feel bad and being honest i see how it affects a lot of the greasers so I guess i wanted to do something nice and empathetic for them to show ponyboy Im hear if he ever wanted to talk. I doubt he even knows who I am though. I was talking with cherry about it because i thought i could go to her and talk with her about it since she used to have somewhat of a connection to ponyboy and jhonny but she didnt seem to open to the idea or at least she didnt repspond a lot or in the way i wanted her too. Im still gonna try show my empathy in someway im just not sure how yet.

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The town has been quiet after everything had happened, there's not as much fighting anymore. I still remember where I was when the rumble happened. I remember sitting in the tree house that Johnny and I always hung out in as kids. I wish he’d just listen to me, but he was a stubborn kid. I remember spiraling in my thoughts before another buddy of mine opened the treehouse door. I had almost forgotten about the rumble, but I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to fight anymore; I never really had anything to fight for anyway. But he dragged me along with him. I found my way out of it and left him with his friends instead. I remember walking the streets. I didn’t know where I was going, but I kept walking anyway. I heard the yelling and the screaming from the rumble not too far away. I kept walking until I heard the gunshots. My heart stopped, I turned around, seeing people running. I don’t know much about what happened that day, but I know who got hurt. Ever since then, the streets have been more silent than ever. There were less fights, and for the first time, I walked the street without getting picked on by any Socs. I see them sometimes, they seem hesitant to try to pull anything anymore. I think of Johnny every time I walk these streets. I think of Johnny every time I walk past the Socs who would've picked on me in the past. I think of Johnny and Darry every day. And sometimes I think: maybe what happened was for the best.

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Juniper (Sofia) Blog #2 "A letter to an old friend"

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Juniper (Sofia) Blog #2 "A letter to an old friend"

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Hey Johnny, it's been a while, huh? I just got your letter and I wanted to write back as soon as possible. I want you to know that I understand you and that everything that happened was not your fault. I know we haven't talked in a while, but please come back. I have my own apartment now, and you could stay here instead. I don’t know what you're going through, but I’m sure we can all work it out. I’m worried for you, man. We can explain everything, and I could be your witness. I know you’ve seen the papers; they’ve been labeling you as a monster. But none of them were there to see what actually happened that night. Please come back and visit sometime, you can stay where I live, and we can work it out, I promise. I hope this letter finds you well. Stay safe, friend. -Juniper

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I recently started school and realized the greasers haven't been coming to school. I saw on the news that they were involved in killing a guy called Bob, I think. The news says that he was a soc. But I need to know why they are fighting and why they hate each other. I hope that the socs and the greasers get together after all of it. But I don't think so. So, probably at the end of this, they will still hate each other. and keep on fighting over and over.

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The rumble was a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. I stood back, watching my friends fight for pride while feeling a sense of dread.. The violence didn't solve anything; it only deepened the divide between the Greasers and Socs. Afterwards, I saw the bruises and cuts on my friend's face and it made me question what we were fighting for. I talked to Ponyboy afterwards, and he seemed lost. I wish he could see how much he matters beyond the gang. It's time for us to find a way to heal and come together instead of tearing each other apart.

This means it's about identity, belonging, and how violence affects youth. Jamie shows the struggles of growing up in a divided community and highlights the need for empathy and understanding.

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it has been a long time since the rumble. haven't been seeing any socs or greasers in a while. when until I saw the news now is an see why dally did that to himself. I need to remember that it is dally I can't believe that johnny died it was not the same without johnny.

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July 24, 1966

I have returned, Levi.

Today, the Doctors Diagnosed me with diabetes, but I am fine. I thought this was gonna be blood and dilly dally, especially after The Manslaughter that happened. But guess what, the same person who I thought was good, performed a miracle. Johnny, yes, that one, saved a Kid from a burning building.

August 11, 1966....

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One Time, while taking my insulin, I saw something strange from one side of the window. I saw Johnny with his friends, who brought him out. I knew it was only a matter of time until he died. I watched my clock on my wall, and it kept on ticking... Ticking like a clock... Was I going crazy?...

September 25, 1966

I was lucky enough to see the court case with my own eyes. Johnny and his friend "Horsey" went to court. They told me everything, yes, I met them. They told me they should live normally... like anyone else... honestly, I agree with them. This should be for the best... for the best...

October 17, 1966 (This is a fanmade part, this wont be added to the grading, i just like to add suspense for sequels :) )

I stared out the window...

Then a figure was next to me...

I was startled, he said he was from the OFN (Organization of Free Nations).

He told me he was coming with me.

I walked with him.

He opened a portal to a new world.

I woke up in the USA, same as normal... but... Johnny was not a gang member, he was normal. I checked the map, it changed... The USA mostly dominated the maps, but so did the Germans, and the Japenese. Russia was fractured. This was a world where not only the Socs and Greasers would not exist... its where we lost...

I looked at the clock for the last time... and succumbed to insanity.

To be Continued....

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It is I, Dave. I'm in the hospital right now. I broke my back when I tried to pick up that penny, and they say pennies give you good luck. Other than that, things haven't been the best. I recently found out that one of the young men fighting at the park was my grandson, Johnny. I've read both newspapers about him. Despite him being charged with manslaughter, I don't mind. After all, it was just self-defense. Plus, he was a HERO! Who else would be brave enough to save those kids from a burning church? My grandson.

I rarely talk to him, but now I had a chance to. Sadly, he wasn't in his best condition after the event. The doctor told me that his back was also broken, great minds think alike, I think. I've been catching up with him. I've heard a lot about these greasers. Sounds like a good place to eat. No, that's Greasy's. He's told me a lot about his friends, Horse, and some other kid in the hospital named Sally. That's a weird name for a boy. Horse Boy sounds like a good kid, but that Sally guy sounds like trouble. He's never talked about his parents much except how they abused him. Good for nothing kids. I oughta slap his father. I did not raise him to drink and sit on his lazy butt all day.

On Thursday, I couldn't see Johnny, poor fellow was as pale as the color pale. I just asked for a newspaper or a book to read. As a few days passed on I noticed that a huge group of boys were gathering together. I couldn't see that much through the window, but I could see half of the people were wearing black, and the other half was more like a reddish-whitish color with some other colors included. I asked the nurse for my glasses. I could see much better. Now I could see some faces and clothes. All of those faces had a cold expression. yikes, I may not know much about kids, but the differences between them were similar to the boys in the park. That's stupid. Why are all these boys fighting these days? After all, they're boys in the end. Hopefully, one day they'll come to their senses and stop fighting like a couple of babies. I couldn't call the cops, but I might as well enjoy the action.

As I was watching closely, I heard a bunch of shouting in the hall; it sounded like Johnny's friend Wally. He looked mad, he had a knife too. I have so many questions about this kid. Why does he have a knife in a hospital, and where'd he get it from? Johnny has to watch who he hangs with. Saw him join the other black coated kids after he threatened the nurse with a knife. A few minutes after that nonsense, the fancy guys chickened out. Serves them right for picking on Johnny.

The doctor then came and told me the bad news. Johnny was gonna die. Poor Johnny, I wish he had a better, longer life. I heard his parents shouting at the nurses last week. Didn't know that was Johnny's mom. Never met her. Either way, she sounded like a pain. If only he had better parents. I went to go meet the kid. He was writing on a piece of paper and then slipped it into a book after I came in. He looked skinny and paler than the color pale. I gave him a big ol' hug and he went back to sleep. Only a matter of time before he died, I didn't want to see this though, so I went back to my room and had a good think about my life. Soon, that would happen to me too. Guess I'll be seeing him soon. Then his friends barged into his room and then right back out. They must have been too late. A few days later. I read the news.

His friend Horsey and his brothers went to court. Seems they were staying together. How wonderful. I got to meet this Horsey, it seems his name was actually Ponyboy. He told me all about what things were like with Johnny and the rivalry between the "greasers" and "socks" He told me about a church they hid in. He also showed me the note Johnny had written. About some rumble. What a time to be alive. He mostly told me all this through one of his school assignments. That sounds like an A+ to me. I agree with Johnny and Ponyboy, they shouldn't end up like the greasers or the socks. They should just live a normal life without any of that fighting or killing stuff. I don't even know why there are any gangs. Somebody needs to straighten them out. Okay I'm out, or as the cool kids say it, uh, beef out. Wait no, peace out.

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I cant look at this place the same anymore. If i have to admit it, i hate it here. I hate everything about this place and have no enjoyment here at all. This town is going to a waste. Groups wars against others just keeps rising. Me and my group are still undercover from the socs because of what Bob did. I don't think i will ever unsee what happened that day, and i don't. I mean when will this all end. The hate against each other? when will we rise to become the best out if ourselves without causing anyone harm. When can we be in a better environment

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It's been strange around town after the case had closed. Ever since, in the school hallways I always see Ponyboy get bombarded with questions by various students. I could tell he was out of it, and it stressed him out, but I couldn't do anything even if I tried. Even in classes with Cherry, I could tell something is bothering her too. She's not as happy as I've seen her. After school today I went to the vacant lot the greasers normally hang out in. I was out on my nightly walk down the street, when I heard the gunshots fire from here. Dally may have not gotten editorials written of him, but I know he's been a hero trying to save Johnny. I sighed and sat down, looking out into the distance. At the end of the day everyone's a human being, all of us having the as many similarities as differences. If only the greasers and socs didn't fight all the time, maybe nobody would've died. If they saw each other as equals and not enemies, maybe Bob, Johnny, or Dally would still be alive. What's happened is now in the past, and I can only hope that in the future the greasers and socs can find a way to coexist as one.

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Dear Pony Boy,

Things look tough right about now, and I can tell I know it’s not really my businessss and my sister said i shouldn’t butt in but I’m just worried about you. I’ve always seen the Greasers and the Socs fight all the time, and I can tell it's not only physical fights. I can tell you're very aware you are a Greaser and waou, but to help you mentally, maybe writing your feelings or a story down might help the situation, think of it as a way to cope or even therapy, where the pages are your therapists and you can write anything down!  I myself have done this, and it has been so much of a help! Especially because of my crazy siblings, they're a handful, I’m sure you have some experience since you have brothers. I might have gotten off topic, it happens a lot with me, but my goal is to distract and help you the best I can! You're going through a lot and you might be afraid of the future, but we can't change that, but we can do what we can in the present and not let the past haunt us! I hope this finds you well. Stay strong.

Sincerely, James. :)

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Our town feels different. Johnny and Dally's deaths have opened our eyes. Ponyboy is older and more serious now; he's not a kid anymore, he's thoughtful. The line between Greasers and Socs is still there, but maybe it is starting to fade and is not as strong. Some are starting to understand each other more that their choices have made a difference and they stood up for what's right and have left a mark in this world.. I hope we learn from it and keep moving forward.

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Tim (O'rian) The homless man at the park.

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Tim (O'rian) The homless man at the park.

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Gosh, it has been awfully quiet around here since all the curfuffle. I am devastated about Johnny. He was my only friend, the only one who actually acknowledged me as a human being. The community has been very quiet. There hasn't been a soul at my park in weeks. I think Johnny and Dally really shook everybody, and maybe they think the park is dangerous or something. Man, I really wish Johnny and those other kids hadn't gone in that stupid church. I wish Johnny was still alive. I just can't believe it. Not only is my one friend dead, but its not like I'm going to make another one. The park has been a ghost town. Not a soul here besides me so its pretty hard to make another friend. I feel bad because the park is fine. I just don't understand why no one's coming back. The only nice thing has been that no socs have been around, that's nice. They always throw stuff at me and call me mean names like I'm a piece of trash, just because I'm homeless. I sure hope that the divide between the greasers and socs doesn't heal because I hate those rich brats. Lucky for me though it does not seem that that will happen anytime soon.

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Dear Ponyboy,

Hey, it's been quiet, huh? It's me, Aaron again. I heard what happened from Cherry. She told me all about what happened and your loss. I'm sorry for your loss. I don't know what to do, I don't know how to make you feel better with just a letter, but it's been a while. I miss you I I know we have been friends for 2 weeks. However, I still remember how nice you were to other people and me, but just for that, you got bullied. I hope you can talk sometime. Still, I don't think we should since you're running away from the cops but you are in the hospital though so I'm not sure that I can visit you you're over there and I'm across the town it's going to be a long drive but I just wanted to send you a letter so at least you know someone's talking to you. I really wish I can be there but I think you like your space so when you want to read this letter you can you're wondering how I'm doing and I have just been alone, with no one, I just graduated high school so I'm looking for colleges, are you proud of me, I mean I think I am like the only greaser you new that never dropped out, it's been hard living alone since I've just been alone but at least we're still friends right. Just want to see how you're doing and say sorry for your loss. I hope you feel better soon, and again, maybe we can see each other sometime. Well, bye, see you later, bro

Sincerely,

Aaron silver

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Blog #3 - After Everything That Has Happened…

Well… a lot of things sure can happen within’ a week, can’t it? It’s been a few days after everything, it has died down, but there’s still voices going around. I really hope Pony’s okay, I know he will be, he’s a strong person. The community isn’t as violent as before, sure, there’s been a few fights here and there from time to time, but nothing too serious. I don’t know if the gap between the Greasers and the Socs will ever be filled.

I think it might though, the Socs aren’t that different from us Greasers. But maybe one day, it’ll fill. Honestly, I still don’t get why Johnny saved those kids - I mean, I do get why, but he traded his life for those kids, but I probably would’ve done that too. I also don’t think Dally deserved to die like that. It’s pretty crazy how a death of your favorite person can really do to you.

I do think that Johnny made the right call to save those kids though, I just don’t get why the adults didn’t rush in there before Johnny and Pony did. I think the group will be alright though, they can get through everything that just happened with each other. I’m also very glad Darry fixed his relationship with Pony, it’s nice not seeing Darry yell at Pony with what seemed like anger, but was covered instead of sounding worried.

I think the community will change a bit, not a whole lot, but maybe a bit, maybe just enough so that the Greasers and Socs will get along, and we’ll set our differences aside and be friends. After everything that has happened, I think we’ll all be okay, we should be okay.

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You’d think that after all the blood, bruises, and tears, folks around here would want change. But truth is, habits die hard in Tulsa. I’ve lived two doors down from Ponyboy my whole life. Used to think of him and his brothers as trouble—back when I didn’t know better. But what we all went through after Bob Sheldon died, after Johnny and Dally...well, it changed things. At least for some of us.

I remember the night of the rumble like a fever dream. The kind of storm you can’t see coming until it’s on top of you. The Greasers won, sure, but what did we really win? Two kids dead, and one more nearly shattered trying to keep it together.

The divide between the Socs and the Greasers? It’s still there. Maybe not as wide for people like me people stuck somewhere in the middle, trying to make sense of both sides. But most folks? They don’t wanna let go of their labels. Rich and poor. East side, West side. They hold onto them like shields.

But Ponyboy...he’s different now. Quieter, but not broken. I see him scribbling in that notebook of his on the porch some evenings. Like he’s trying to turn the pain into something real something that matters. And maybe that’s how healing starts. Not with fists, but with stories.

The choices those boys made Johnny running into that burning church, Dally losing himself to the grief it all carved deep lines into our town’s soul. Some of us are trying to fill those cracks with understanding. Others just pretend they’re not there.

But me? I think we’re at a crossroads. And if more people start listening to kids like Ponyboy, maybe we can finally stop seeing each other as Greasers and Socs...and just as people.

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Dear Ponyboy

I heard about Johnny dying and Dally gettin shot. I know it's rough right now, but how have you been? I can't remember the last time we hung out. I've been thinking about the good old days, smokin' cigs and popin sodas and stayin' out all night. After that rumble, u must be all worn out, don't be thinkin about too much stuff, you've got to get some sleep, stay well Pony.

Sincerly Joe.

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It has been a while since the rumble, and the situation about Johnny and Ponyboy still lingers in my head. The events that happened woke up both the greasers and the socs. Everyone is devastated by Johnny and Dally, whether it is family, friends, or strangers. The community has changed a little since then as the socs hate the greasers more, but they also fear them a little more, too. I wish that the socs and greasers' feud would heal, and I think that maybe in a few years it will, but not anytime soon, sadly. I think that Johnny and Ponyboy shouldn't have run away, but I get why they did it. Honestly, I would've too, but I'm glad Darry talked them into coming back.

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It’s been a while since everything happened, but the town still feels different. People talk less about fighting and more about what it cost us. I don’t think the divide between Greasers and Socs is gone, but it’s starting to fade. Some of us are finally realizing we aren’t so different after all. I think about Johnny and Dally a lot and what their lives could’ve been. Ponyboy made the right choice by telling their story. It reminded everyone what really matters. Maybe one day, this town will heal. I miss what our town was, but who knows... maybe this is for the best?

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Sweetiepie Taylor James ( Alana) Blog #2

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Sweetiepie Taylor James ( Alana) Blog #2

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Dear Ponyboy, the quote Stay Gold that one of your friends told you was significant because sometimes you have some times that crumble in your mind. I hope you're feeling ok because I had the same hard times as you and I feel your heart and I just feel so bad of how you're struggling with life these days... I wish I were here to make it better. I wish in the next days, you would share your feelings with your friends so they understand, and please stand up for the socs, fight and protect yourself and your friends too, because life will be better if you do! Please find love, truth, and the meaning of life as hard times go through! Love you and be safe! From my wishes, Sweetiepie Taylor James

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Rodney ( Mason ) Blog 3: After the rumble...

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Rodney ( Mason ) Blog 3: After the rumble...

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Things got quiet after the rumble, too quiet...

I got a couple of scratches and bruises, but i the end I was ok. was able to take down at least 3 Socs. I am pretty strong if I say so. Myself i was like Darry, but smaller. I had big muscles and knew how to fight. But many of us got injured, some of us fractured bones, sprains, cuts, and LOTS of Bruises, but in the end we won. I was happy but also worried bout Ponyboy, so I went to see if he was ok, but to my surprise, he was crying. "Why are you crying, Ponyboy?" Said Rodney," I just got news that both my friends Dally and Johnny had just died". I felt bad but also curious about how they died, but did not want to ask PonyBoy cause he was already having a hard time, so I did not want to bother him. So I asked his brother Sodapop, cause I'm sure he would know right, right? So Dally died cause he tried to rob a store, but then got shot by the cops, and Johnny died after the Church caught on fire. But it's sad, I hope they can now rest in peace and hope they have no regrets...

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I hadn't attended the rumble—it was too violent for my taste. But my sibling had, and boy, had they been detailed in explaining what had happened. The guy, Dally, had just done what he'd done. I shivered in fear. I wouldn't be able to do that. I don't know if he was just stubborn or brave for that. I feel bad for that Johnny guy- he didn't deserve his death, especially after he went out of his way to save all those kids. I feel so bad. He didn't deserve that. No one did. Socs and Greasers ain't that different, I hope everyone realises that. For some, this won't go away. It simply can't be forgotten- grudges last a lifetime. All's quiet now, that's what scares me. And what is to come next? More deaths? I hope not. I give my prayers to Darry's family, and all of the people who were affected from recent events.

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It's been quite a long time since the rumble, and things are still quiet. Haven't been seeing any socs or greasers for some time, until I saw the news. I can see why Dally did that to himself, but I wouldn't want to do it if I were him. I need to remember that it's Dally. I knew that he would do something crazy if Johnny ever died from that fire. I can't believe that Johnny died; it wasn't the same without him. The greasers probably have it worse, losing 2 friends, the pet of the greasers, and the hardest and most unbreakable dude.

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It has been scary in my neighborhood because multiple people keep getting murdered at night, the most recent one was a high school senior, the reporters say his name was Bob. Well, all I can say, it is a tough world, but it is even harder with greasers and socs fighting. I think that one day we can live in harmony. When I was watching the news, I saw that a nearby church was burned to a crisp, but luckily, a few kids managed to survive, but two kids are in critical condition. Sometimes I wondered if I had one wish, what would it be? That question nagged me until the news report. I told myself that I wish I were more courageous like Ponyboy and Johnny, they improved the community by giving us hope that we can be better than people who choose violence.

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It’s been a while since the big fight between the Greasers and the Socs, and things are different now. The streets aren’t as full, and people seem weird around each other.

Ponyboy and Johnny’s deaths really hurt everyone. Ponyboy is still trying to figure things out, and Dally just isn’t the same without Johnny. I don’t think it will ever really go away. The Socs still have their fancy lives, and the Greasers still have all the pain.

The choices that they made were all about trying to survive. Ponyboy and Johnny did what they had to, but it cost them. Dally gave up because he couldn’t take losing Johnny. Cherry tried to help, but it was too much to fix.

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I've heard on the news about Johnny and Dally's deaths and I'm sorry for you, Ponyboy. It must be hard for you, Darry, Sodapop, Steve, and Two-bit because they were both your best friends. You need to pull it together, though. Dally killed himself and wasn't forced to, so just don't do what Dally did to himself. Think Ponyboy, you still have Steve, Darry, Two-bit, and Sodapop. Unfortunately, I don't think the division between you and the Socs will heal because you and the Socs have just had way too many fights with each other. You shouldn't have let Dally come to see Johnny, so that he wouldn't have seen what Johnny did, because that's what caused him to kill himself. Another thing that you should've done was just immediately evacuated as soon as you heard the company and had to have told all of your friends to evacuate as well. These choices have made it so that you don't have Dally and Johnny anymore, not including the fact that you've had too many fights with the Socs for them to forgive you and treat you the same. You should've listened to Randy.

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It’s been a minute since the rumble, and things still feel off in the community. Greasers, Socs—there’s been a shift, that’s for sure. Johnny and Dally’s deaths hit harder than expected. Dally, with all his wildness, didn’t deserve that end. Johnny, just a kid, taken too soon. And now the town feels different. People are thinking more, questioning the divide.

The Greasers got their pride, but what did it really cost? The Socs ain’t untouched either. They lost too, in their own way. The divide ain’t going away overnight, but maybe we’ve learned something. The world’s been divided by more than just money. Maybe we’re starting to see that we ain’t all that different.

Ponyboy’s gonna be fine. He’s learning. He’ll do more than just survive. The rest of us? We’ve got a choice to make. Keep the hate going, or find a better way. I’m not saying it’ll heal, but there’s hope for change if we try.

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I still walk past the lot where Johnny and Ponyboy used to hang out. Its quiet now. The grass is overgrown, and the old car they used to sit on has rusted out completely. After everything that happened, the fire, the deaths, the trail.. Nothings ever been different.

Johnny’s death especially made folks stop and think; he wasn’t just a Greaser, he was a kid who died trying to do something good. Some Socs, like Randy, seem changed, but I don’t know if the division between the Greasers and Socs will ever fully heal. Maybe the younger ones, like Ponyboy, can carry things in a better direction.

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A lot has happened recently to one of my classmates, Ponyboy, and I feel real bad for him. I heard two of his friends died and he’s been in a real tough spot. On top of all that, he had to fight some guys who were twice his size, just to prove something, which didn’t work. Ever since, he’s been missing school, and on days he does come, he looks dull. I wish there was something I could do for him.

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Wow. I'm glad that's over. That was a lot.

Oh, did you think I was talking about the recent events? No, I meant the cheer competition that WE JUST DOMINATED! TAKE THAT VALLEY VIEW!!! I mean, I am glad that all of this was figured out. I'm glad that Pony an' Soda didn't get put in a boys' home. I'm glad that all of this chaos is over. Well, in a way. Socs an' greasers still have rumbles. We are still two different classes. But in a way, we're closer, I think. I mean, we still fight, and greasers still be greasers, but in a way it's different. Like we're less separated and more... alike, I think. I'm just glad that nobody got hurt in that rumble. We were smart for pulling back. I mean, sure, one kid got a concussion, and the others are beaten pretty badly, but still. I still feel sad about that kid... Johnny. I went and visited him when he was in the hospital, and there and then I could feel that he was on the brink of death. He seemed to know it too. He seemed ready. I think he was just holding on for Ponyboy. And then that other greaser robbed, pulled a G U N on the police and got shot! I... I don't know what to think about that. Cherry is pretty shaken. Like, before we would all talk about who likes who and that stuff, and now we stretch in silence. Cherry hardly ever shows up to practice, but when she does, she puts her heart into it. I think that's why we just beat Valley View. Do you wanna hear about that?! Oh, yeah, I was pretty good... (;

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Ever since Dally and I died, Ponyboy looks sad and sick. He doesn’t have the same energy in him. When we were alive, he used to laugh and hang out with everyone. But now... I don’t even know how to describe it. He doesn’t look healthy.
I wish I could go back to Tulsa, Oklahoma and be his family again, his best frend

All of a sudden, the dead Johnny from the 1800s jumped into the conversation and said,
“You are still his family.”

“But I’m dead now,” I said. “I can’t be with Ponyboy, and Two-Bit, and Steve, and Sodapop, and Darry. I can’t be with them forever.”

“No,” said Johnny from the 1800s.

Then Johnny from the 2000s said,
“When did you get here?”

Johnny, that just died said,
“That’s not important. What is important is that you understand something: Change is good. Ponyboy and everyone else can learn that losing someone they care about is painful. And you need to know that too.

Remember that letter you sent to Ponyboy? You told him that change is good. And now that you're in the underworld, you need to make friends. Don’t just sit in a corner all day and cry.

Where is that Johnny that stood up and killed Bob to save his best friend Ponyboy?”

“…Okay,” said Johnny that just died, in a sobbing voice.

“Did someone call me?” said Bob.

“No,” said Johnny from the 1800s.

Johnny from the 2000s shouted kindly,
“Straighten up, little soldier.”

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A lot has happened since the rumble and the fire. I hope you're doing okay after what happened to Johnny and Dally. The Greasers and Socs still don’t get along, but maybe one day they could stop fighting if they talked things out. Johnny and Ponyboy made a lot of choices that saved their lives, and they were brave to save the kids from the fire. I hope things get better for you.

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Johnny I understand that you're going through a lot right now. It's easy to let your anger take over, but reminder that actions have consequences. The fire at the church, the rumble-these things hurt a lot of people including yourself. Kim's right taking things out is always better than fighting. it takes courage to admit you're wrong or to ask for hel, but it's the bravest thing you can do. reach out to them. let them help you through this. The first step is always the hardest, but I believe in you.

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It's been a while since the "incident". That Socs Bob is dead, Johnny is dead, and even Dally passed. Ponyboy doesn't look like he's been handling it too well, flunking school, I see him just staring into space with a blank face, not eating in the cafeteria. I mean if I were him, I wouldn't either. I went out the other day and saw Pony, smoking a cigar and drinking a Pepsi, just watching as some Socs approach his friend or brother (I couldn't see the face). He just sat there, no emotion, not a word, nothin'. I mean what for anyway. In the end, every one is just human, we lose, we gain, sometimes we fell pain, but eventually we grow from that pain. I just hope every one else realizes that, Socs or Greasers...

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Dear Tulsa Tattle,

Ever since everything happened with Johnny and Dally, things around here just don’t feel the same. I walk past the old lot where the Greasers used to hang out, and it’s way too quiet now. I wasn’t close with them, but I knew Ponyboy a little from school, and he’s not the kind of guy people should’ve been judging so hard. After the fire and Johnny dying, it really felt like a part of our town broke. Even some Socs have been acting different, like they finally realize this whole fight between groups is just stupid. I don’t think the Greasers and Socs are suddenly gonna be friends, but maybe people are thinking more before acting. Ponyboy looks like he’s carrying a lot now, but he’s also showing people he’s more than what they thought. Losing Johnny and Dally changed everything for him, and kind of for all of us. I just hope we can all stop the hate before something like this happens again.

From,

Mason Reynolds

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I have started to realize that the kids who call themselves the greasers haven't been coming to school, and I heard from one of the girls at my school that they were involved in a killing and a church that caught on fire. People at the school say that they killed this guy named Bob, and that guy called him self a soc. I don't really know why these two gangs are fighting, but i think its getting too serious.

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Almost a week later and things have changed even more than the park incident. It's almost like the whole world changed. Johnny is dead, and now Ponyboy's academic performance is going down. Ponyboy has been through a lot for a teen and has had a huge impact on this community. He caused the park incident because Johnny came along with him. They were also at the church incident, which was another shocking thing on the news. At least it's good to know that Ponyboy is getting better and is writing an essay to improve. Maybe after all these events, socs and greasers will get along and realize they're the same.

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It's been a few days since everything happened. Everything seems different. Ponyboy's grades are declining, and I always used to go to him for help when I needed it. Now? I feel i can't, that i might push a button that makes the pony go off.  I overheard some socs saw Pony and some of his friends and accused him of killing Bob, I think they will never see the fact that Johnny and Ponyboy were just scared kids defending themselves. \ The events with everything that has happened have changed the community, and not just the greasers, but the Socs too. A soc died and two greasers died, that's alot. For the greasers, even if I don't know alot, the Curtis family seems alot stronger and in class recently, after Pony told me he was writing an English essay to pass, I felt alot better. I mean, he seems better than before.  I don't think the socs and greasers will ever heal. Yes, Cherry, my best friend, and Randy are friends with the greasers. I think the other socs are just too set on the fact that Johnny killed Bob, and they will never get over it. I hope the Divide between the socs and greasers gets fixed one day. I don't think all the socs would be that up to it, but I think that one day, weeks, maybe years in the future that this community will not see as much of a divide.

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It's been a bit since everything happened it still doesn't feel normal with Bob not here. I heard that two Greasers died. Ever since Bob died the Socs have been different. We don't really want to go fight the Greasers as much as we did before. I don't think things will ever be the same. With Bob and two Greasers dead everyone is going through a lot of change. Us and the Greasers still don't get along and I don't think we ever will. There has been to much that happened between us. We don't bother each other as much as before. No one is getting badly beat up anymore. Which is a good thing but I hope things can slowly go a bit back to normal although I know that will never happen.

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It’s been a while since everything happened. Things in town still feel heavy. We lost Johnny and Dally, and it feels like nothing will ever be the same. A lot of us Greasers are trying to stay out of trouble now, but it’s hard when people still look down on us.

I don’t think the Greasers and Socs will ever fully get along. There’s too much history and hurt between us. Maybe a few people will try to change things, but most will stay the same.

I think about Dally a lot. He made choices that showed how much he cared about Johnny, even if it cost him everything. It reminds me that sometimes being tough isn’t about fighting — it’s about protecting the people you love.

Because of what happened, I think some of us will try harder to live better lives. I just hope we don’t forget what Johnny and Dally taught us. Maybe someday, things will get better for Greasers like us.

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They didn’t say the words, but I knew. Doc looked at me like I was made of glass, like I might shatter if she spoke too loud. She just said, “You can’t visit today.” That was it. But I ain’t stupid. You don’t bar someone from visiting unless there’s no one left to visit.

So I walked.

Took Freedom through the old streets, the ones where trouble usually finds you before you find it. I’ve walked those same blocks a hundred times since I got out of the hospital all those years ago—me and my busted leg, me and Freedom. Usually, it’s eyes on us from across the street. Sometimes a group of Socs gets bold, tries something slick. Not today.

Today, they saw me comin’ and stepped back.

I heard there was a rumble the other night. Big one. After Johnny passed. Can’t say I know much more than that—don’t know the names of the boys who were in it, don’t know who swung first—but the streets feel different now. Like everyone’s nursing bruises, not just the kind you see on skin. The Socs especially... they’re quieter, mean looks but no bite behind ‘em. They used to group up, circle like wolves, looking for someone smaller to chew on. Now? They keep their distance.

Maybe it’s the rumble. Maybe it’s what happened to Johnny. Maybe both.

I didn’t know him all that well. Wasn’t my best friend or anything like that. But I visited. He liked talkin’ to me. Said Freedom reminded him of something good. I never asked what. Figured he needed that piece of “good” more than he needed to explain it.

Now I just keep walkin’. That’s what I do when I don’t know what else to do. Me and Freedom, block after block. My prosthetic leg creaks every now and then, like it’s got feelings too. Maybe it does. I’ve got more metal in me than some bikes, but I still feel heavy.

This world—it takes the quiet ones first. The gentle ones. And leaves behind people like me, who’ve had to be hard just to make it this far. Johnny… he deserved better than what he got. And now the streets are changed because of him. Because of what he left behind. Not in the loud kind of way, but the kind that settles in your bones and makes people look over their shoulders.

I didn’t cry. Don’t think I will. But I’ll remember him. Every time I see a group of Socs hesitate. Every time the streets feel too quiet.

Rest easy, kid.

Me and Freedom’ll keep walkin’. Someone’s gotta.

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Dear ponyboy,

Im writing this letter to you to let you know im here. After the night jhonny passed away in the hospital Ive been noticing how youve not been acting like yourself recently, i mean i would too if my friend past away but i guess i still just wanted to write this to you. I wanted to let you know im here for you even if i can be tough on you sometimes i do it because i love you and im trying the best i can to protect you. We may not have the cloest relationship but were still brothers and im still gonna be here for you whether you want me too or not. If you need me ill be here to talk with.

Love you and stay safe ponyboy.

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It's crazy how things can change in an instant. Bob and I just go out, get drunk, go to beat up some kid greasers, and then Bob is dead, and those kids have fled the state. I looked back on that and I realized how bad we were. Those kids were just lying there talking and we came up and then Bob tried to kill one of them and then they killed Bob and--huh. Why do we do this? What is the point? We're all people. That Johnny kid, I should be mad at him for killing Bob, but I'm not. I think I've changed. Not sure for good or for bad. The greasers whipped us in the rumble, so we aren't fighting as much. I sure as heck ain't jumpin' nobody any more. Everything is so different. I regret every day Bob's death and getting that drunk. Like, there's drunk and then there's drunk, you know? And we were definitely the second. My life is so different because of that day. I don't have any friends because, as a Soc, you're friends with those you respect. And after bowing out of that rumble, no one respects me anymore. I'm focusing more on my studies and not fighting, and I have good grades now. I'm hoping to go to college and get away from all this. Maybe then I can change.

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After everything that happened with Johnny things in our town feel different. I’m Dokkaebi, and I’ve lived here for a while. I used to see the Socs and Greasers fight constantly, but now people are thinking more about what all the fighting has caused. Johnny was a nice, quiet kid, and when he died, a lot of people were really sad. It was all just heartbreaking. Now, some of the Socs and Greasers aren’t fighting as much. They’re starting to understand each other a little more. Darry, Ponyboy’s older brother, said he’s trying to be there more for Ponyboy and help him have a better future. He realized that just working hard isn’t enough, you have to care about your family too. Johnny’s letter told them to “stay gold,” which means to stay good and kind even when life gets hard. I don’t know if the Greasers and Socs will ever be friends, but I do think this changed things, and maybe the future will be better because of it.

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Sitting on the porch, I reflect on how the events have changed our community forever. Warden, a steadfast Greaser, echoes the sentiment that the scars from that night still run deep for everyone involved. The divide between the Greasers and Socs seems daunting, and I wonder if it will ever truly heal. Choices made by Johnny, Dally, and Ponyboy left lasting impacts, leading some to bravery while others faced tragic ends. Warden believes that we must use this pain to forge a better future, but it will take time and effort from both sides. Healing won't happen overnight, yet the younger generation has a glimmer of hope. We all have a role in shaping our future, whether through understanding or community efforts. Together, we can pave the way toward a more united neighborhood.

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Dear Ponyboy,

I hope you’re holding on, even when things feel heavy. After everything we’ve been through, I want you to remember: don’t let the darkness of our world snuff out that light in you. You have a choice now to rise above the pain and anger that surrounds us. Channel your feelings into your writing; it’s a powerful way to cope and share your story.

Think about your future, Ponyboy—don’t let it be defined by the violence we’ve faced. There’s still so much good in you, and you have the potential to create something beautiful from this chaos. Stay true to yourself and lean on your friends; you’re not alone in this fight.

Take care of that golden heart of yours.

Mozzie

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dear ponyboy.

I still hear the gunshot in my head sometimes. The one that ended Dally’s life. I wonder if anyone ever really saw the real him before it was too late. Maybe Johnny did. Maybe Ponyboy. I think I should have tried harder.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to choose sides. For the longest time, I thought I had to stand with the Socs because that’s where I came from. But watching this unfold—Johnny’s heroism, Ponyboy’s grief, Dally’s spiral—it made me realize how much I’ve been looking away. Pretending things were better than they were just because I could afford to.

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Hi, I'm Emily, and this is my sister, Preslee. We live down the road. We heard about Jonny, we're sorry. I know this is hard for you because you and he were close. Think on the bright side, it's better than being cribled for the rest of his life, rolling around doing nothing all day. He's in a good place now. Also, Ponyboy, I know you are having a hard time deciding what to do with your life because everyone wants you to go to college and be smart, but you also want to be like Dally and get two jobs to support you and your brothers. But I know you will make the right choice.

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Hi, Ponyboy
I wanted to apologize because I've been thinking about what you and Johnny are going through right now. Although hiding isn't going to help, I know that things are a little scary right now. Your actions to save those children show that you care. And I think people will notice that, but it doesn't ignore what you have done. There is no other way to make things right. Even when the world seems a little empty, you can find something good in everything. Stay gold, as Johnny says. No matter how hard it gets, remember that. Even though things aren't perfect, they will get better. I believe in you. Stay gold.

— Cherry

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Dear Johnny,

I heard about what happened to you and how you broke that young back of yours. I can't believe you went into that old church on fire to save those rando kids that were climbing that hill. You are one hero, ain't you? U must be struggling with those narly 3rd degree burns of yours. Hope now that the people of Tulsa will recognize you and know that you are a brave and good person. I hope you are doing ok. I'll send some money so you can get good medical attention. Rest easy, buddy.

Sincerely Bill

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Dear, Johnny

It's been a long time since I've seen you, but I've been thinking about you. I heard about what happened, and it seems like you are in a mess right now, but I am thinking about you and have your back in any situation.

Sincerely, Paul

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Dear Darrel "Darry",

I am writing to you to wonder how your brother's friend, Johnny, is doing. I have heard that he's injured and would like to send my regards to your friends and family. That besides, I understand that you've disciplined your sibling, Ponyboy, once. And yes, you provide for them. But I implore you to think next time you decide to discipline your youngest brother. Though I'm sure you didn't think. It was pure, well, surprise. I am half sure you didn't mean it. And I believe you should get a hold of this "issue." It's a problem and I would rather not have to hear of this complication. Though, I do understand the situation. I won't go too into this topic, but I do understand what led you to do the things you've done. Now, I haven't heard of any apologies in order, so I offer you that advice. My hopes to Johnny.

Sincerely, Rowen;

from a few blocks down.

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Dear Ponyboy,

Hey Ponyboy, look, I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean for that to happen. It was just an accident. I was just worried and stressed, and it just happened. You weren't home before curfew, and I didn't know if anything had happened to you. Then you ran away, and I freaked out. You were gone for almost hours. WHAT HAPPENED!? I understand if you just wanted to blow off some steam, but you and Johnny didn't have to kill that Soc. After that, the news spread. It's in the newspapers, on the radio, the TV, everybody's talking about it. I can't stand this anymore, Ponyboy. The police came and questioned us. Now all the socs are out for us. They tried to beat up 2-bit, but luckily, he's safe. Everything has turned to chaos. If I were you guys, I'd turn myself in before you make matters worse. If you guys just come clean, then maybe your sentence will be shorter or at least lessen the severity of Johnny's punishment. Please stay safe.

Sincerely, Darry

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Dear Ponyboy,

I hope this letter finds you okay. I’ve been meaning to write to you for a while now, but I guess I never found the right words until today. Things around here have felt heavier than usual, and I can’t stop thinking about everything that’s happened. I often worry about Johnny. Even before all this, I’d catch glimpses of him around the neighborhood, and there was always something in his eyes like he was carrying a weight the rest of us couldn’t see. When I was reading the newspapers the other day and saw what happened at the church, my heart sank. I couldn’t believe it. It’s different when you know the person behind the headlines. On my way to the hospital to check on him, I overheard some other Socs talking near the corner store. It surprised me, honestly. I heard them saying how maybe it was time for all this fighting between the Greasers and Socs to stop. They were saying how stupid it was that our whole town’s split in two like this, and how no other place seems to be like ours. And you know what? I agreed with them. It made me realize how pointless all this hate is. How many people have to get hurt before we finally understand that we’re not all that different? Sure, we dress different and live on different sides of town, but at the end of the day, we’re all just kids trying to figure life out. It’s exhausting, carrying around all this anger, always watching your back, always choosing sides. I don’t know if my words mean much, but I hope you can talk to your friends about this about maybe finding a way to stop the fighting, to end this cycle before anyone else gets hurt. Johnny’s already paid too high a price. None of us should have to. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know where I stand. I don’t want to be a part of this war anymore. I’d rather be someone who tries to fix what’s broken. Take care of yourself, Ponyboy. And please tell Johnny I’m hoping he pulls through.

Sincerely,
Caelus

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Dear Ponyboy,

What you and Johnny did was courageous.I hope you keep that part of you that notices the good in things, even when life gets hard.

When Johnny said, “Stay gold,” he meant to hold onto your kindness and hope. Don’t let the pain or labels change who you are. You’re more than a Greaser—you’re thoughtful and real, and you matter.

Stay gold.

Sincerely,

Maestro

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Dear ponyboy, the story was depressing and dally recover your brave for helping the kids i didn't believe it when i read that bob had died the socs and greasers are supposed to dk a rumble soon.

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dear, jonny

hey it kinda feels like it has been a while since i last saw you i found someones papaer that they had thrown away whem i was looking for some grub.

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Dear Johnny

I heard about the church incident, and I hope you're okay. Thank you for saving my little brother, and I hope you have a blessed and good day. And I hope that you recover fully. And next time you go in a burning building, keep your head on a swivel.

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Dear Johnny

Next time u go to church, look around and think about it, make sure the roof is not going to fall. Well, don't get hit by another one and if u do, this time u will be crippeled for life.

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Dear Johnny,

I have something to tell you. Before you go into the abandoned church, you should try to look out for falling debris. If you get hit by any of them there will be a small chance of you living and even if you survive you be crippled for life. That means you will have to stay at your house for the rest of your life. You won't be able to see your friends anymore. So if you do save the kids, will you be able to save yourself? I hope you take this advice and look out or you may not see your friends again. Look out Johnny.

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I hope you guys are okay. I can't believe what happened last night at the park. Like one second, everyone is fine, but not everyone is doing fine. They were all talking about a soc was killed, and they say Johnny did it, but he seems so innocent, he seems like the person who wouldn't kill like u could never look at someone like him, and they yah he looks like he would never kill, but like they said, Johnny stabbed Bob but most people say that jonny did that to protect ponyboy for drowning witch maybe why he did it but like I wonder how things would be if it wasn't like this but like everyone picks sides so.

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Dear Ponyboy, I don't think you know me, but I go to school with Johnny Cade and I live a couple of houses down from yours.  I think you should get back home, both you and Johnny. The cops are looking everywhere for you guys, but I heard from a couple of people in the neighborhood that the cops will deduct the time you guys got in juvi, and Johnny won't get the electric chair if you come clean, and also it was self-defense. Darry, your older brother, has come to every door in the neighborhood, asking if they've seen you. Or if you guys are staying with them. He's starting to really lose it, Ponyboy. I saw him crying on the porch of your house a couple of times. So please just come back home, we're all worried. The whole neighborhood.

- James Amman

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Dear Ponyboy, I hope you're doing well. I remember our talk at the movies last night. We are not all the same us socs. I realize that Johnny didn't kill Bob for no reason he was roughing you up. The cops have been led somwhere else so you dont need to worry that bad. You need to come back to Tulsa, yall started a gang war! Its okay though its not your fault. I think that this willl be more than just jumping though. People are gonna die. I just hope your okay and i will see you back in tulsa.

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Dear Johnny,

I’ve seen you around school, and that time I seen you at the park, and I keep thinking about what you did and how you saved Ponyboy from the soc's. Which I think was really crazy and brave. But I'm writing to you to give you my advice, and it is to keep quiet about what had happened and focus on being you and to not letting others take you down because if you keep letting that happen its not gonna help with whats been happening to you right now so I hope you stay safe and out of trouble.

Sincerely,

Mia

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Dear Ponyboy,

It's me, Sarah. I'm one of your neighbors. I recently talked to your brothers, they said you hadn't returned yesterday. I wanted to tell you to try to act normally, not like a greaser or a soc, just a typical person. Some people don't believe in the social hierarchy like those. Most will say that where you are on that hierarchy matters, but to a person who doesn't believe in that stuff, you might seem like you are acting like a crazy person.

I hope this gets to you safely.

From Sarah

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hey ponyboy. Ive been hearing what has been happening lately. I know it’s really hard After the incident you had between the other group. I’ve heard lots of mix match stories and people‘s different point of view of what happened even if they weren’t there. I know it’s hard to with everyone thinking Johnny is your protector and responsibility. Is you for him. I just wanted to check in probably swing by on how your are doing To make sure everything is going ok.

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I moved back to town. Everything seemed pretty normal like the old days but it was like we had all grown up. When I made the decision to move back to town, I was on my way to Ponyboy’s house noticing that he wasn’t there. I checked all of his usual spots, even asked everyone in town and they all had the same answer. I was in shock when I heard about the news. The only thing running through my mind was if Johnny and Dally were going to be okay.

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Dear Ponyboy,

I heard about everything that has been happening to you and Johnny, and it sounds crazy. I am not sure you remember me, I'm from your school, a few grades older than you, and I keep getting updates about you two, and found out you ran away after killing one of the Socs, Bob, which I know is probably scary. My advice is to keep low and maybe don't make any more stupid or rash decisions until this whole thing gets sorted out.

I know this may be a lot on both of you and probably not how you thought things would work out, but you can't change anything besides making sure both of your guys' futures are safe. Just stay safe.

Sincerely,

Kat.

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Dear, Ponyboy

Honestly, it's been a while, you might not know me, or maybe you do, I'm the old WWI veteran you see from across the park. The whole reason I know you is because I met this homeless dude named Tom who told me about you, and noticed my headline when I was walking around the park. I talked about you in the headline right after I saw the fight when I was gonna go to Bob's Donuts. Honestly, it seems rough for you but make sure you don't lose hope: here's a personal experience.

It was 1918, and the Battle of Meuse-Argonne was happening, I held my breath, I was in Europe. i was 16. Me and my crewmates wanted to end the war with the germans as fast as possible, but I felt lightheaded, and weak. My commander told me something though that made me rethink quitting. "If dark times lie ahead, run too it, its not just pure darkness, its what is in store for you, what god has in store for you (oh and the commander was Christian, I was too, that's why he said that)." That made me realize that instead of running from the Germans, I should fight against them. That's when I charged into the Battle, with all my might I managed to capture 3 German Soldiers in the Crossfire. I felt at that moment very patriotic and continued to fight with every dose of energy. Those were the good days...

Now You can understand why I mean you should "Run to the Darkness", Thats what I want you to do. Whatever Darkness is in your way, Chase it, Chase it until it becomes light.

Remember Ponyboy, Running to the Darkness is not a bad thing, there's always light in the darkness, you just have to look for it.

Sincerely with Great Gratitude,

Levi.

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Dear Ponyboy,

Hey, it's your old friend Aaron from high school. You probably don't remember me, but we became instant friends on the first day. I did not write this to make small talk; I came to talk about how you have been. I have heard from Mary, if that's her name. She told me what happened, where you are, and that she had already written a letter to you, not too long after. And I know that what happened was out of fear and without thinking, we have been friends for only a week or so, but I know you enough that this is the kind of stuff you don't do. I know killing someone or running away out of town was the only option; you had no defence and did not know what to do. BUT KILLING SOMEONE IS A WHOLE DIFFERENT STORY!!!! I just hope that you are okay, but come on, I know that you are not that good with your brain, but you had to know that killing someone was the worst Idea you could come up with. But at least you are making progress, you help kids escape a fire, at least that covers a bit, but I hope I can talk to you soon, and not talk to you on the phone when in prison

Sincerely,

Aaron

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Dear, Johnny

Hey buddy, it sure feels like it has been a while since I saw you. I found someone's paper that they had thrown away when I was looking for some grub. I noticed you were in the headline! That was a full spiral. First, you were a murderer and now your a hero! I was very happy for you until I read the part about you being in critical condition. I mean, I still am happy, but I don't want you to die or something! All I want to tell you is too not give up.

I know it may seem hard and you may want to just lie there and die but you can't, there are too many people that care about you and like seeing your. Me, For Example, if you just gave up I wouldn't have any friends. You are my only friend and I can't loose you. Who am I going to watch the stars with? Also, this is about Ponyboy and your little gang. Your their puppy remember, they all care about you the most. They can't loose their favorite member.

I know it may seem discouraging and you might not want to have to live with the consequences like, having burn marks, or a broken whatever but I know its worth it. You need to keep fighting to survive and become healthy again. People need you, like me, the gang, even your parents. Yeah, that's right, they care about you too, they may just not show it. I know deep down in their bodies they care and love you. You need to fight this and not give up.

Remeber do not give up. We all need you, Johnny, as a friend, a son, a gang puppy, and a best friend. We need you Johny to fight this and survive. Even if you feel regretful for doing what you did to that guy in the park, you'll get through it, I know your strong and remember, DON'T GIVE UP.

Sincerely your pal, Tom (From The park)

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Dear Ponyboy,

I read the newspaper, “Juvenile Delinquents Turned Heroes.” I hope you’re doing all right. The story was depressing. I dearly hope Johnny and Dally recover. You’re so brave for helping those kids. I knew you had good in you, I didn’t believe it when I read that Bob had died. The Socs and Greasers are supposed to do a ‘rumble’ thing soon because of it. I hope you aren’t taking part in it, it’s stupid. It won’t matter anyway, no fight will matter; it’ll just repeat. Please, stay with your family as long as you can, you’ll regret it if you don’t. I hope you know your brothers miss you dearly and are waiting for your return.

From,

Cherry Valance.

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Original Character:

From my perspective as a teacher at the local high school, I've seen firsthand the lingering effects of the events that unfolded. While the immediate violence has subsided, the scars of that night remain. Students still look at each other with suspicion, and the old stereotypes persist, even if they're not as openly expressed. It's a slow process of healing, and it requires constant effort and empathy.

Existing Character:

Dally's Father:

As the father of one of the key figures in the story, I can't pretend to have an unbiased opinion on the choices made by those involved. The events shattered our family and left deep wounds. While I understand Dally's actions were born of desperation and a desire to protect those he cared for, they ultimately led to a devastating outcome. I believe Dally, and others like him, need more than just punishment; they need understanding, support, and a chance to rebuild their lives.

Shared Perspective:

Both of us, a teacher and a father, believe that the community's future hinges on the ability to move past the bitterness and find common ground. We need to foster a culture of empathy, understanding, and open communication. It won't be easy, but it's the only way to create a society where everyone feels safe and valued.

Dally's Father, Reflecting:

Looking back at Dally's choices, I see a young man who was desperate to escape his circumstances. He was trapped in a cycle of violence and resentment, and his actions were a desperate attempt to break free. But in the end, he only perpetuated the cycle. While his actions caused harm, I also see a glimmer of hope. He showed a capacity for love and loyalty, even in the face of adversity.

Original Character, Reflecting:

I believe the future of our community depends on the choices we make today. We must actively challenge the stereotypes and prejudices that still persist, and we must create opportunities for young people from different backgrounds to connect and learn from each other. We need to foster a sense of community, where everyone feels safe and valued, regardless of their social standing. It won't be easy, but it's a future worth fighting for.

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Dear Johnny,

I'm writing this because I care, and because I need to say something before the situation spirals out of control further. I know you and Ponyboy are in a tough spot, and I can only imagine how scared and confused you must be. But you have to remember that you're not alone, and that you're both stronger than you think.

The news from Dally has shaken all of us. Bob's death is a heavy burden, and it's natural to feel lost and afraid. But the fire in the church, and the news of what happened, has also shown a different side of you, Johnny. You saved those kids, and that was an act of bravery that you never knew you possessed. Don't let that fear, that confusion, take away the good that you did.

Remember Ponyboy's poem, "Stay gold"? That's not just some pretty words; it's a call to action. It's a challenge to hold on to your goodness, to keep that spark alive. Don't let the darkness of what happened consume you. Don't let fear dictate your actions.

I know it's a hard road, but you have to find your way forward. Start by talking to someone. Dally's right, you need to get home and turn yourselves in. Don't let fear be your guide. Talk to your friends, your family, and the authorities. They'll understand, and they can help you.

This isn't the end, Johnny. It's just the beginning of a different chapter. The fire has taken away so much, but it has also shown a new strength within you and Ponyboy. You both have so much to offer the world, and you can choose to let this experience make you stronger or to let it break you.

I believe in you, Johnny. I believe in your ability to stay gold, to overcome the challenges that are ahead, and to find a future filled with hope and possibility.

Sincerely,

Cherry

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Hey Pony, I know things are rough for you right now. How Johnny might not live or recover, Dally's burns, the fire in the church, and the fact you could go to jail. Things may be tough right now but just know that even though it may not seem like it every thing will work out with time. Everythings going to be okay. Take deep breaths, calm down, the world can wait for when your ready. Just remember you shouldn't blame yourself. Its. Not. Your. Falt. Hope you use this advise to the fullest.

Take care (and time), Mary

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Hi, it's Maya. I saw you and Johnny in the newspaper today. I think it's really brave what you guys did saving those kids. I hope you guys are okay. I heard Johnny and Dally are in the hospital and are in bad condition. Some advice from me, just from my perspective, is to stay strong, even though things seem hard.

I know it seems hard and you're frightened about the whole situation but just remember you can do it. You guys stuck up for each other through this whole thing with the dead soc and all. I do not doubt that you guys will make it through this. Also about the soc thing, I think that was really brave of Johnny, so mention that to him if you see him.

I know some may say that Johnny should be put in the chair and you to jail, but I don't think that's right because you stood up to them when they tried to jump you, which is crazy. But if you stay strong and don't let anyone bother you, you'll be good.

I do not think you should be in jail or a boys' home. Johnny stood up for you and endured all this pain for you, so be strong and don't turn yourselves in. Even if you're a greaser, you shouldn't be put in jail. I wish you luck for whatever comes your way, and I hope that Johnny and Dally are okay.

Sincerely, Maya

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Dear Johnny, I read on the news about the church lighting on fire and you being a hero and you in the hospital. I am literally praying for you to be ok. Just keep moving forward and keep fighting. I'm proud of you for killing Bob, being able to stand up like that. I think it just makes you and the Greasers safer. I'm even more proud of how you and Ponyboy saved all those kids in that burning church. I would not have the guts to do that. I also heard one kid bit Ponyboy... Well take care and hope you feel better.

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Blog #2 - The Gold That Slips Away

Dear Ponyboy,

I've seen you and Johnny on the morning paper, "Juvenile Delinquents Turn Heroes." That's awfully brave what you guys did. But I heard that Johnny and Dally's in the hospital, hope they're alright. You know, I'm kinda glad Johnny killed that Soc, and honestly, you should be too. Wish I had a friend like that, it's crazy that it went from Johnny killing a Soc to becoming heroes.

I heard around that there's going to be a rumble between the Soc's and the Greasers. I bet we're gonna win, that's unless they pull a blade in the fight. I hope you guys are alright, though. For the most part, everyone is worried about you guys, I mean, they know why you guys ran away, but they also can't stand you guys being away. And honestly, Darry's probably the most worried one about you, Pony.

Some advice from me: you guys should turn yourselves in, sooner or later, you guys are going to have to go to trial. Maybe you guys will be let off easy. I know you guys are scared, I would be too if I were you, but running away from your problems will make them worse. You're a good person, Pony - so don't stop being that person. The world might feel like it's full of badness, but you can be the good, along with the gang. So, that's all, I hope the best recovery for you, Dally, and Johnny.

Be safe.

Respectfully,

Luna

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Hey Ponyboy, I know things have been really tough since you and Johnny left town, but I think the best thing you can do now is go back home and talk to someone about what happened. I get that you're scared, but hiding won't help in the long run. Johnny was protecting you, and if people hear the truth, they'll understand. You're different from most Greasers—you’re smart, kind, and you see the good in the world, like when you talk about sunsets and poems. I don’t want you to lose that part of yourself. Some people might say it’s safer to stay away, but I really think you should face things now so you can have a better future. You could go back to school, be with your brothers, and live the kind of life you deserve. Stay gold, but also stay strong.

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Hey Ponyboy,

I saw the news today about what had happened. The abandoned church catching on fire, you and Johnny jumping in to save those kids. That was really brave for you to do, and I'm glad you're okay. I heard about Johnny's and Dally's conditions especially how you and Johnny have to go to juvenile court. I know things seems really hard right now, a lot is going on, but I want you to remember to take things slowly. You don't have to deal with everything in one day, take it slowly, one day at a time. Remember the positive times if you start to feel down. The world and time don't stop for anybody, all we can do is push through it. I wish the best recovery for you, Johnny, and Dally. Take care.

Sincerely,

Willow

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When ponyboy runs away after getting in a fight with Johnny, it ends up causing a lot of trouble, including that fire at the church. Then there’s the rumble where he decides to fight which brings more violence. If Kim were to give him advice, she’d probably tell him to think about what could happen before making those choices. She might say, "Hey, maybe try talking things out instead of jumping into a fight.” She’d want him to remember that decisions affect not just him, but also his friends and family.

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Hey Johnny, I know things have been tough for you lately, and I just want you to think about the choices you’re making. I get why you might feel like running away or handling things the way you have is the only option, but that can lead to even bigger problems later. Like with that guy you got into it with, it may seem like the right thing to do at the time, but it could cause more trouble and make people see you differently. Sure, it might feel better for a little while, but it doesn’t fix anything—it just adds more problems. I know others might say to forget about it or that it’s not a big deal, but I want you to think about where these choices will take you in the future. You don’t deserve to keep getting stuck in these situations. You’re better than this, Johnny, and you have so much potential. If you take a step back, ask for help, and make better choices now, you’ll have a chance at a better future. I’m here for you, and I know you can make it through this if you really think about it. Take care, man.

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Dear Ponyboy, I am relieved you found your way back home. But oh, I see you all of a sudden You and Johnny are some Heroes. You jumped out of a BURNING HOUSE!! Man, you must be Crazy or Crazy brave. But I also heard that Johnny and Dallas are in the hospital. Man, I hope Johnny and Dallas will be ok soon. Here is some advice as well: try not to be in anyone's business anymore cause when you first started being nosy in Two-bit's business, you became Greaser and then started having Beef with the Soc's. Just try to be careful. I also heard there was some kind of big Rumble between the Soc's and Greasers, but I'll be there fighting by your side. But after this, I want you to do your Trial, and if you're free, try to live a better life. Take care of your mind and body.

Ill see you tonight at the Rumble

Rodney

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Dear Ponyboy,

I know things are hard right now, but I wanted to check on you. What you and Johnny did at the church was brave—you saved those kids. I think Johnny was right when he told you to “stay gold.” You see the world in a good way, and you shouldn’t lose that. I think you should go back home and talk to Darry and Sodapop. They care about you more than you know. Running isn’t the answer, and you’ve already done more than most people ever would. Keep being the good person you are—don’t let the world change that.

—Kyle

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It's been about 2 months since Ponyboy went to trial, luckily he won. It's been a lot better around here, the Socs now try to stay in their lane since they finally see how the greasers will fight back now. Jonny left a huge impact on the greasers fighting back I mean now they aren't scared of fighting with them alone like they used to. Some of the Socs just say they are off their game but I don't think so, I think they are just scared another greaser is gonna pull a blade on them. Cherry is still trying to bring them together, now she hangs out with Pony's gang all the time, I know a few of the Socs think she's lost it but I think I've taken a liking to em' as well. I hope this keeps up, I like not fighting all the time and seeing those poor greasers all beat up I mean in the end we are all just kids who think we know our place in the world but there isn't a way we do, and I think it'll be awhile before we do.

- Brexton Pax

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Dear Ponyboy, I know you are sad about Johnny, but just know that if he stays around sitting, he wouldn't want that because he would just see all of you guys going outside walking around and he wouldn't be able to do that. I know it hurts, but think about all of the good times you guys had together. I know it hurts a lot, but think about what you have: you have all of your brothers, and you're smart and a good runner. That's what Jonny would want you to do. It's devastating, it really is, but don't be stuck on it for the rest of your life.

From Emily

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Dear Ponyboy,

I have some advice for you. You should live in the moment and be more grateful for what have and not complain about what you don't have. Like you are always disliking your life on the streets but you should be grateful that you have your family unlike Johnny before he was hospitalized in critical condition.