Ponyboy Play Monologue

The next thing I knew I was curled up on the pavement a few paces away from the choking Ponyboy. I felt like stabbing myself with the switch in my hands as I watched the prone body of the drunk Soc lying next to me. At that moment there was a silent battle raging inside my head, I wanted to run away and hide and leave Ponyboy but also how I wanted to just start that night over.
“We can’t just waste time here,” I was starting to get frantic. Then, I saw Ponyboy get up and stare at the dead body. “Johnny I think I’m gonna be sick,” he sounded like he was struggling to keep on his feet.
“Go ahead I won’t look,” then he ran over to the play structure and was sick for a full minute. Afterwards he said ”what happened?” “They were going to drown you and I was scared, I was scared for you. I was scared about what
they were going to do to me and I just had a rush of adrenalin and I stabbed him, the rest of them ran after I did it. I felt like running myself as a matter of fact,” I said.
“Then, why don’t we run, I mean they will put you in the electric chair if they catch you, we will both die Johnny!” “Be quiet Ponyboy you don’t know who could be around these parts,” Ponyboy said “but Joh-”
”Shut up Ponyboy! We will be fine if we keep our heads down and shut up, do you understand?” he said
“I do.”
“Ok then we should start making our plan, where should we go.” “To Texas?” he said. “No, too close, the cops will follow you to another state for murder.”
Ponyboy solemnly said “Ok what about Montana?”
“No, I was thinking of the neighbor to Montana, Canada. I mean you can go over the Canadian border pretty easily but the real question is how to get over there without getting caught by the cops. It’s gonna be hard but if Dally helps we could do it.”

We walked to Buck Merrill's house, knocked on the door and it slammed open. Buck was the one that had opened the door, “What do you want little kids!” Ponyboy and I got a big waft of hard liquor when Buck talked, he was obviously very drunk. “We want Dally.” “Why,” said Buck.
“None of your business.”
“Okay,” he said.
“So, what about Dally!”
“Ok, ok,” he repeated.
“Well, that took a long time,” Ponyboy said “Wow, you were so good at persuading him.”
“I don’t know, maybe it was that he was drunk” I said.
“I don’t think so, but I wonder why Dally is staying at this western dump?”
“Because there's free booze and it’s a place that you can bed without getting stolen from,” Dally said, “unlike the bastards at Tim Shepard’s dump. So, what do you two want, I had to get out of bed for this, geez Ponyboy your face does get red. It’s not what you boy’s think, I just needed some rest.”
I said, “can we get inside, were freezing and we need to talk to you about something of importance in private, where would we find that privacy?” “Ok, ok, I will find an empty room” he said. We walked up to the room that Dally found and Ponyboy and I sat down on the bed. “Damn Ponyboy, you are shivering like hell, why don’t you strip that shirt off before you catch cold.” after Ponyboy undressed and got an old baggy grey sweatshirt we started to talk about what I had done. “What the hell were you thinking!” Dally shouted. Ponyboy grumbled “Don’t yell at him.” “Why did you do it Johnny?” Dally asked, completely ignoring Ponyboy. I said “so can you help us, we need resources to go where we need to.” “And where would that be” Dally said, “to Canada” I proclaimed “holy crap, really, Ponyboy you agreed with this plan,” “yes” Ponyboy said, “I agreed with it, so what will it be, you gonna help us?” “Of course I’m gonna help, what do you need?” So, we worked out what we would need and if Dally could get his hands on the item and we came up with many of the things we needed as well as a 2 inch revolver that Dally insisted on taking to both of Ponyboy’s and my dislike saying “it will come in handy at some point” he kept saying. After the planning process Dally and us went off in our separate ways getting all the equipment which consisted of some weeds, a playing card deck, as much money as they could scrounge, and food like bologna and bread.
Along with a copy of “Gone With The Wind” or any other books they could find so Ponyboy could read on the trip. We all came back carrying a few things each, we had a hard time finding Enough money though. We guessed that we had enough to make it to Canada but I was kind of skeptical of that because of food but I suppressed that negative comment and went along with the plan that Dally and Ponyboy had created. We left for the Bus station at 2:00am and all of us were groggy and not right in the head, at least I reasoned that saying that we left half of our money with Dally. We got onto the old greyhound headed to the Canadian border without much hassle and got out of without much hassle also. All hell broke loose when Ponyboy wanted to buy a Hot Ramen and I looked into the pack we had put together and found 57 dollars, by the way we had found 120 dollars, we started to get scared.
“What are we going to do” Ponyboy whisperes
urgently.
“How should I know, what I want to know is where the rest of the money is?”
“Damn” Ponyboy indulge in a quick profanity, “should we get off and turn back?”
“No” we need to try to get there, we already have some food and the greyhound is only 1 dollar per hour, so if we play it cool and stay out of sight so we don’t have to pay all the time and we will be fine.” Even though I put on a confident face, the same fear of death and prison welled up in me again

I said to Ponyboy before walking into the police station, “stay gold, Ponyboy, even though I can’t continue with life outside of prison we both can keep looking at sunsets,” then I walked into the police station trying not to look at the sobbing Ponyboy behind me as I stepped into my newest and hardest adventure yet.