A/N- This is sort of a short prequel; the Curtis' funeral in Darry's POV.
Please review, but be nice; this is my first fanfic! I'd like to dedicate
this to my beta-reader Phoebe, who is an amazing writer. I couldn't have
done this without her! Here's the story, and enjoy!
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It all started that day, at Mom and Dad's funeral. All I could do was stand there, listening to Dad's best friend give a eulogy. Stand there, my fists in my pockets, my face a blank mask. I had never felt so scared, sad, or alone in my whole life. Well, not completely alone. I glanced next to me in the pew at my brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. They were both crying, and Ponyboy was hanging onto Soda. I envied them their tears; I could neither cry nor hang on to anyone. This was partly because I wasn't a crier, partly because I was already tough, but mainly because I was the adult in charge now. I glanced again at my brothers and began feeling scared and helpless. I was in charge of them now...I was responsible for running our family and earning a living, responsible for keeping our house and family together. Fear crept up my spine. What did I know about raising two teenagers? What if I screwed something up? But I knew that day as I said goodbye to my parents that I couldn't afford to screw up. I knew that I'd do whatever I had to to keep us together. I'd be the man of the house and a good guardian to my brothers. I'd keep us safe. I slipped an arm around each of my brothers' shoulders and pulled them close, to try to comfort them a little bit. They'd always be able to count on me. I was only twenty years old, and I'd become an real adult that day. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N again- Okay, that was bad...still, please review!
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It all started that day, at Mom and Dad's funeral. All I could do was stand there, listening to Dad's best friend give a eulogy. Stand there, my fists in my pockets, my face a blank mask. I had never felt so scared, sad, or alone in my whole life. Well, not completely alone. I glanced next to me in the pew at my brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. They were both crying, and Ponyboy was hanging onto Soda. I envied them their tears; I could neither cry nor hang on to anyone. This was partly because I wasn't a crier, partly because I was already tough, but mainly because I was the adult in charge now. I glanced again at my brothers and began feeling scared and helpless. I was in charge of them now...I was responsible for running our family and earning a living, responsible for keeping our house and family together. Fear crept up my spine. What did I know about raising two teenagers? What if I screwed something up? But I knew that day as I said goodbye to my parents that I couldn't afford to screw up. I knew that I'd do whatever I had to to keep us together. I'd be the man of the house and a good guardian to my brothers. I'd keep us safe. I slipped an arm around each of my brothers' shoulders and pulled them close, to try to comfort them a little bit. They'd always be able to count on me. I was only twenty years old, and I'd become an real adult that day. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N again- Okay, that was bad...still, please review!