Ponyboy found himself reminiscing over the past one Saturday afternoon. Darry and Soda were off a work and he was home alone. His homework had been finished the night before, since Pony found it to be incredibly easy.

He was stretched out across his bed, staring up at the ceiling as the thoughts took over his attention. He could hardly believe it was coming up on a year since it had all began. Pony could remember it all vividly, making it seem like it had happened only days, not months, before.

Pony leaned forward to reach his prosthesis and scratched. He thought it was strange how though he didn't' have feeling in the prosthesis, if he felt an itch and scratched the prosthesis, it satisfied the sensation.

A year ago he had his own legs. His friend had never killed anyone. Pony's old pain was the absence of his parents in his life. It seemed almost simple compared to how it is now.

Pony turned his head to his desk in the corner. He saw a pile of old notebooks from school. He pushed himself up off the bed and walked the short distance to the desk. He sank onto the chair and turned through the pages of the notebooks in search of one with the most paper left.

He found an old red covered notebook. He tore out the pages he had already used. Picking up a pencil, he knew what he had to do.

Something like this had to be written down. It was a story that had to be told. He would not let himself forget any single detail. And if he wrote it down, maybe others would remember it, too.

Taking the pencil to the page, he began the story. The story of the most influential part of his life. The part of his life that would shape who he was for the rest of his life. A part of the lives of his friends that would make them all into different people. A part that would change Johnny, but for the better. It was the part of the gangs' lives that they would all remember so well and think back on often.

He began it from the moment things truly changed. It wasn't when they reached the movie theater, when they walked Cherry and Marcia home, when they fell asleep in the lot, when Darry hit him, when they reached the park.

No. It wasn't any of those.

Beginning the story that changed their world, Pony wrote this.

"Is it safe yet?" Johnny asked Dallas as he finished his fifth barbecue sandwich.

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In his senior year of high school, Ponyboy Michael Curtis led his track team to victory at the state championship. No one would remember that he did it with a prosthesis, but they would remember that he did it with the most heart of any player on the team.

Sodapop Patrick Curtis continued working at the DX with his friend Steve. Later, the two bought the gas station. Soda never changed much. He and his brother saw their brother through college and Soda would later say that was one of his proudest accomplishments. Soda traveled a lot, but Tulsa was always the place he longed for when he got lonely.

Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. went back to college after Pony finished college. He worked his way through it and came out with high honors. He never left Tulsa, though earlier he had wanted to get far away from the city. His brothers kept him there.

Johnny Cade Baker found happiness with his adoptive parents. He easily called them Mom and Dad and tried to forget about his biological parents. The only ties he kept with them was DNA. He went back to high school and got his diploma only a year behind Pony.

Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews continued to work with his mother in the local diner. He slowly worked his way up to waiter and later went to school to become a chef. It was a true passion for him, one that he liked to experiment with and try out on his mother and friends.

Dallas Winston changed his ways later on in life. He was still mean and tough, but he didn't get involved in as many fights and he never used drugs again. He didn't like how it had had such a strong hold on him and he vowed never to let anything control him like that again. He went back to New York when he was 23 and looked up his father. Regrettably, his father had passed away before he could make amends with him. Dallas didn't know if talking to his father would have made a difference, but he regretted that he never got the chance.

Steven Randle never truly had a family with his father and stepmother. He would later say that he did come to love them both, but family wasn't what he would use to describe their situation. He was content with the family he had found in the gang and they never let him down. Steve enjoyed working with cars and continued to do so even after he and his brother Soda had bought the gas station.

Pony believed that because of the events that had taken place the summer he turned 14 his friends all became better people. There were no premature deaths among the gang for they were all sure to protect each other from harm. The older gang members held a protective side to Ponyboy and Johnny and rarely was there a time that one was without another of the gang.

Pony made copies of his story "The Outsiders" for everyone in the gang. It was his way of making sure that no one would forget what he knew he would always remember.

Sad, sad, sad. IT'S OVER! Can you believe it? Heck, I can't! I wish it wasn't, but I have nothing left to give you along this story line. Sorry that this chapter is short, but it's more a summarization.

NOTE: The beginning is kind of a spoof off of S. E. Hinton's ending to The Outsiders. Therefore, she has the rights, not me. I only own the created characters.

I hope to see you all soon. The great Lizzy Jo Curtis and I are planning on working together on one of her fabulous ideas. So, I guess I'll see you then.

Continue to stay gold! Thanks again to everyone who has helped me get through this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!