I am terrified. so terrified. I want to cry but I can’t because Pony is sleeping right beside me. I remember that time. I remembered everything so vividly. I remember that awful time. The time when Pony came running to me hollering at me to follow him because Darry hit him. I remember seeing the frightness and pain in his eye when he was rushing towards me. When we hung at the park. When that blue mustang drove up to the park and out came trouble the 5 big drunk socs. When Pony spat at them. The huge smack that hit my left cheek. I can still feel it as I am writing this journal entry. It hurts. I remember the splashing that pony made when they were drowning him. The blade in my hand and the urge to want to slice them in half to save pony. I remember when the blade made contact with Bob and the whaling and screaming that came out of Bob and his friends. The scared looks in there eyes. I remember the blood on bobs white tee shirt and the pool of blood that touched my old torn up shoue. The astonishment on Pony’s face when he woke up and saw the dead body. I am scared. Real scared that something bad is going to happen. That’s why I am here in this church writing this journal entry. Well I have got to go get some food. I’m going to sign this entry because Pony and I need Jesus to get us through this tough and frustrating moment.

Bye J.C.