We dropped the last of the kids out as the front of the church started to crumble. Johnny shoved me toward the window. Get out! I leaped out the window and heard timber crashing and the flames roaring right behind me. I staggered, almost falling, coughing and sobbing for breath. Then I heard Johnny scream, and as I turned to go back for him, Dally swore at me and clubbed me across the back as hard as he could, and I went down into a peaceful darkness
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Johnnycake? (Dally) said in a hoarse voice. Johnny? Johnny stirred weakly, then opened his eyes. Hey, he managed softly. We won, Dally panted. We beat the Socs. We stomped them- Chased them outa our territory. Johnny didn't even try to grin at him. Useless... fighting's no good... He was an awful white. Dally licked his lips nervously. They're still writing editorials about you in the paper. For being a hero and all. He was talking too fast and too calmly. Yeah, they're calling you a hero now and heroizin' all the greasers. We're all proud of you, buddy. Johnny's eyes glowed. Dally was proud of him. That was all Johnny ever wanted. Ponyboy I barely heard him. I came closer and leaned over to hear what he was going to say. Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold... The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.
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I sat down and picked up my pen and thought for a minute. Remembering. Remembering a handsome, dark boy with a reckless grin and a hot temper. A tough, towheaded boy with a cigarette in his mouth and a bitter grin on his hard face. Remembering- and this time it didn't hurt- a quiet, defeated-looking sixteen-year-old whose hair needed cutting badly and who had black eyes with a frightened expression to them. One week had taken all three of them. And I decided I could tell people, beginning with my English teacher. I wondered for a long time how to start that theme, how to start writing about something that was important to me. And I finally began like this: When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home...
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