The past week must've been the most boring in my life. Even more boring than my time in the church. At least there we could walk around. Johnny and I could play cards and read Gone With The Wind. Maybe we'll go back up there when I get better. And when Johnny gets better. In a month would probably be good. I had read about every book in the house, so I started rereading. As I was flipping through our rather large collection of books, I came across Soda's old high school photo album. I decided to flip through it and see if I could recognize anyone. I moved up a year so some of the kids might be in my school. I saw Jamie, Ronald and Cliff, whom I knew slightly. This was about it until I read the final pages. A picture of one Robert Sheldon looked slightly familiar. I stared at it and started going through my memory to see if I knew him. Suddenly, it hit my like the bad taste of one of Soda's "creative" meals. This was Bob. I started to think about him. He couldn't have been all bad. He had managed to hold onto Cherry Valance who seemed like a pretty smart gal. I remembered back to the night of the rumble when she called me back to talk with her. Man, she looked good in that car. She talked about Bob. A leader, strays from the crowd was what she said. I tried to imagine this situation through his eyes. How would he feel if he was looking back upon his actions. Would he regret going to fight us in the park back what seems like an eternity ago? Or would he be proud of himself that he had beaten his parents in a struggle for discipline. I hope they hated us. I would take someone's hate any day than their pity.
Darry came in and told me I had a visitor. Randy walked in. What was he doing here. I decided to let the events play out and not get Darry to kick him out. Randy might be a Soc but that doesn't necessarily mean he's a bad guy. Randy said that he came to remind me that the hearing was tomorrow. I knew. I just didn't want to know. The hearing could be the events that rips my family apart. I just wanted to forget... Randy also says that he is sorry about the part he played in this whole mess. He says it has upset his father. How can he feel like he has gotten the bad end of this deal? He isn't stuck up in bed with a concussion. He didn't have to hide in a church for a week. He didn't see both of his friends die... I mean.... Not die.... Anyways, Randy should worry about any of this. His father is rich. If he gets into any trouble his dad can just buy his way out of it.
At this point, Randy started acting all jerky and weird. I thought he was a good guy but then he started lying and saying that Johnny had killed Bob. Johnny, who wouldn’t hurt a fly, kill somebody? This was ludicrous! He said I had nothing to fear at the trial because of this. But I knew that we would still get thrown away because they would find out the truth. They would throw Johnny and I in jail because Johnny ran away with me. This was after Johnny got out of the hospital. It would be OK though, because we could sit and talk. Just like the old days... I kept telling Randy that Johnny wasn’t dead, even though I knew deep down...
Darry came to my rescue. He told Randy to leave. He was just making me feel bad. I hate when people insult my friends. How did he even get the idea of Johnny killing Bob? The stupid Soc. When Darry was escorting Randy out, I heard him mumble something about me being unstable. I wasn’t unstable. I was fine, it was Randy who was the bad one. I actually thought he was decent but the truth is he’s just another cold-blooded, good-for-nothing Soc. Though deep down I knew...
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