The klok, bell rang loudly, announcing the end of class. The classroom got increasingly louder as the kids got ready to leave.
“I'll see u volgende week, class. Ponyboy Curtis?” My English teacher, called out.
“Yes, Mr. Syme?” I answered, looking up from my desk.
“May I speak with u before u leave?”
“I guess so.” I picked up my boeken and headed for the front of the room. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind. Ponyboy, did u write this all door yourself?”
I instantly recognized the composition notebook in which I had written The Outsiders. I flipped it open to the first...

u had been watching re-runs of Mickey muis in your room, wishing u could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. u slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that u could wear. As u zoek for his favoriete hoodie, u hear a knock on your window. u look and see your favoriete greaser guy standing there. u slide open the window and he kisses u before u could say something. u pulled away from him and whispered, “What are u doing here? u know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around...