Darry Goes To College
This takes place ten years after The Outsiders
Chapter One: You Did What!
Disclaimer: Everything Outsider related belongs to S.E. Hinton.
Darry was searching for his work shirt. Where did I put it? In thirty years, I haven't lost anything! Why now, when I'm already late?
He was digging through his closet, throwing things that weren't his work shirt behind him.
Soda entered without bothering to knock and immediately realized his mistake as a shoe came hurling at him. He ducked and it sailed over his head.
"Darry, what are you DOING?" Darry answered without stopping. "I'm searching for my work shirt. Have you seen it?"
"No. But you don't need it today."
"What are you talking about? I'm already late!"
"I called you in sick." At Soda's words, Darry stood up so suddenly that he banged his head against the closet door frame. Clutching his head, he whirled around.
"You did what!" Darry shouted at Soda. He couldn't believe it. Even at twenty-six, his brother still acted like he was sixteen sometimes.
"You can't go to work, Darry," Soda said, grinning widely. Ponyboy then stepped into the room. Darry's eyes grew wide.
"Ponyboy! I thought you moved to New York to be a writer after you finished college!"
"Yeah, but I'm back to visit my favorite brothers," he said, grinning. Darry rolled his eyes. "We're your only brothers, dummy."
"All the more reason for you to be my favorites, then!"
"Alright, what's the big idea?" Darry demanded. Ponyboy decides to drop in randomly, he and Soda both wearing silly grins that said very plainly, 'We've got a secret, nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah!' and Soda calling him in sick at work? What was going on?
"Well," Ponyboy said slowly. "I published my book, you know that, Darry."
"Yeah, so?" Darry said suspiciously. "Well," said Soda. "We decided to use the money Ponyboy got to get something for you. Since you gave up college and everything for us."
"You didn't have to-" Darry started, but Ponyboy cut him off. "Yes, we did. We know you never got over not going to college. So…"
Soda stepped forward and handed Darry a bunch of papers. On top of the stack was a train ticket to Chicago. "Chicago? You're sending me to Chicago?"
"Yep. Read on," Soda said eagerly. There were a bunch of college forms and booklets about the University of Chicago.
"What the hell is all this for?" Darry demanded. His brothers' grins were starting to get on his nerves.
"Don't you get it, Darry?" Ponyboy said happily. "We sent in your applications, and the University of Chicago accepted. You're going to college, at long last!"
Whaddya think? Should I continue this or not?