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After The Events Of The Book, Two Bits Jokes Lessened And Definitely Got Quieter Until He Sort Of Lost
After the events of the book, Two Bit’s jokes lessened and definitely got quieter until he sort of lost his spark :(
Steve constantly snaps at the gang after their deaths, and is super irritated all the time, to the point he’d start to distance himself
I think this would be canon post-book! Thanks for responding! And I feel like he might distance himself from the rest of the gang, and maybe even start to do the same with Soda.
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And here comes another poem.
Here's the other poem I wrote for my black history school assembly.
Unforgettable
We will never forget our brothers,
Malcolm, Martin, and Medger.
And we will never disregard our sisters,
Fannie, Shirley, and Ruby.
We will not forget the anger and hate that was thrust upon Rodney and Emmett.
We will remember the strength of Mamie Till to show the world what happened to her boy.
We will remember Rodney asking the Nation, ”Can we get along?”
We won’t forget the bravery of the Little Rock Nine or the patience of the Greensboro Four.
We will remember the boycotts and the protests,
Along with the dogs and water hoses.
We will not forget the people from the past,
Who wouldn’t give up and fought for their rights. For even those who were not in the spotlight,
Still shine like diamonds.
For they showed courage and determination,
In a time of fear and discrimination.
So let us never erase these people from our memory,
For each and every one of them is unforgettable.
SOOO... I feel like I'm an awful writer
Well, I'm not really sure where to start this. I'm a teenager. And I wrote a book. I'm getting it published soon. And I have an awful feeling that it's nothing but garbage. I did the best I could, I reviewed it a hundred times, I've rewritten and thought about stuff over and over again, but I still feel like it's no good. Without giving any spoilers, it's a slice of life book about 14-year-old girl in the eighth grade, with 6 out of 12 chapters taking place in school. Her and her parents have moved out of their old neighborhood 7 months before the book starts.
I want to make this a trilogy. I technically started this book series in 4th or 5th Grade, and I made a lot of google slides and I didn't really get better until a few months ago, when my dad got me a publisher through one of his former coworkers.
I really haven't wanted to admit it, but I'm pretty nervous about what the reception will be like. I feel like I'm just gonna get torn apart by critics, reviewers, and everyday book lovers across the nation or something.
Okay, this actually made me feel better. I hope anyone reading this has a good day/night!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MANSSSSSSSSSSSS
Soda and Darry actually have really bad and regular nightmares too but neither admit it. Darry doesn’t want to have to put that on his brothers and Soda because he doesn’t want to make anyone more worried or stressed than they already are.
I think that is so true! I feel like they would just manage to hide it from Ponyboy and each other.
Here's a Poem I wrote a year ago
(would've been good to post this in February, but I didn't give a crap about tumblr in February so this is what I'm doing)
What I am is smart and kind.
What you are is ignorant and blind.
What I am is black and beautiful.
What you are is vile and unhelpful.
It's not my fault that you hate me so.
Just because my skin is not the color of winter snow.
It's not my fault you will stoop so low.
So, I will walk on as calmly, as the summer wind blows.
Don't you see it's not important where you come from?
What matters is if you treat people like scum!
So, you can keep talking and thinking the way that you do.
But don't be surprised when karma comes to have a chat, with you.
(I know it's not that good, but I wrote this when I was 13 for a black history assembly we did at my school and it's really the first piece of poetry I did that wasn't god-awful)