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"Get in the truck, we're going to the Country Fair," Darry told the gang. We all piled into the truck. Everyone but Dally and Johnny. They're dead.
We were driving for a while. A semi-truck started leaning towards the truck. Darry honked the horn. The next thing I know, we're almost off a bridge. Some of the gang hanging out of the truck. Dead. I couldn't feel my arms or legs. I heard sirens and tried calling for help, but I couldn't. Soon, I was pulled out of the crushed truck.
When I woke up, my arms were gone. I yelled for Soda, Darry, anyone I could think of. Doctors came running in. "Ponyboy, calm down, please." They told me that Steve, Soda, and Two-bit died instantly, and Darry died in the OR (operating room). And I was paralyzed, my arms were gone too. I was alone, and like Johnny before he died. Unable to walk.
Today was the day I'd be discharged from the hospital. Two-bit's mom took me home because, well, I couldn't drive or walk. She said it was a miracle I survived, and she told me to call her if I needed help. But I didn't have arms. Then she told me she'd check in every now and then.
I was home for about a week when a nurse about Johnny's age started making regular visits. She said I might be able to get prosthetic arms, but it'd cost a lot and I didn't have money. I get a check now and then for disability, but that's it. I think I started to catch feelings for the nurse. She was kind and pretty. She cooked for me and made sure I ate every day. I tried paying her, but she refused. She eventually accepted. I told her she could get the money from my bank account. She stopped showing up after a while, and I was home alone all the time. No one stopped by. I was alone with my thoughts. The nurse must've used me for my money! I didn't care, tho, I'd die soon enough. Two-bit's mother started making regular visits.
After a few months of not having my arms or being able to walk, I decided I wanted to be the world's first handless hand model. I started working as much as I could to achieve my goal. I started attempting to regrow my arms. I started trying to walk again. I wasn't gonna give up on myself. The doctors came by and told me I'd be able to walk in a few months! Of course, I'd have to have physical therapy, but I'd be able to walk again! That's gonna help me majorly. Now to just regrow my arms. I ate as much as I could, got as much sleep as I could, and exercised as much as a person who can't walk can.
The doctors stopped by again and told me I could try walking! I was able to stand up, but I fell back to the couch, I still stood up! They told me they'd be back 3 times a week to help me walk. They didn't want me to try walking on my own until I could actually walk, in case I fell and hurt myself even worse. I still couldn't believe I could begin walking again.
I started trying to walk more when they showed up 3 times a week. We talked and I told them about my dream to be the world's first handless hand model. They said they believed in me. Within no time, I could walk again. I can't believe I can actually walk again. I had been in a car crash, lost all my friends and family, lost my arms, was temporarily paralyzed, had my money stolen, and now I can walk! This has got. To be the best day of my life since Johnny and Dal died.
I did try making coffee once. I almost got boiling water in my eyes. After that, I just focused on regrowing my arms. I was almost there. I could feel it. I was gonna be the world's first handless hand model. I called a hand model company and they offered to give me a job. It didn't pay much, but it was a job. I started walking around my neighborhood. I didn't walk too far because of the Socs, but I still walked. Once the day of my interview came, I headed to the studio on foot. I got there and I did the interview. I hope I get the job.
I went home and sat around, partly walking around since I had been stuck on my couch for months. Two-bit's mom came around and made me some food. "Thank you!" I thanked her. "So how's your life been going?" She asked. "Pretty good, I applied to be a handless hand model," I told her my dream career. She smiled and told me I'd do great.
I waited a few weeks and got a call! I got the job! They wanted me to do a little TED Talk thing about my life and how I lost my arms. I decided to make a new bank account so the nurse who took my money wouldn't take my money again. I had hired someone to sign the stuff for me, and I had a new bank account. I really felt like my life was getting back on track. I was a 16-year-old who had interviewed for a job, lost my friends and family, temporarily paralyzed myself, and lost both my arms. But I was really getting better.
I was walking to the studio to get ready for my TED Talk when a shiny red Mustang started trailing me. I turned down into an alley and took the long road. When I finally got there, they began dressing me up and helping me prepare for my talk. Hopefully, it'd raise some money to get me prosthetic arms. I went on stage.
“Hello, I'm Ponyboy Curtis. Yes, that's my actual name. I was born into a somewhat poor family. I had two older brothers, but they were both killed in a car accident. That accident is how I lost my arms. I was temporarily paralyzed for a year, but I can walk again. My friends and family were in the truck when a semi crashed into it. My older brother, Sodapop, and our friends Steve and Keith died instantly. My oldest brother, Darry, died in the operating room. I lived alone for the longest period of time. Before they died, I lived with them. My parents died 2 years ago in April. After that, I was placed under the custody of my oldest brother. He worked 2 jobs to support my brother, and Sodapop dropped out of school to get a job and help Darry. Sodapop and I lived with him for 8 months. Then my best friend Johnny and I had gotten wrapped up in a murder case, he died a week later after we ran away. Later that night, my other friend, Dally, committed suicide by the cops. I had fallen ill and was in and out of consciousness for a week. A year later, my brother decided to take my friend group and me to a county fair. He had managed to get time off and took us to hang out together. Then a semi ran us off the side of a bridge, killing everyone but me.”
I finished my speech and it turns out, people donated almost one million dollars! I got the job to be a handless hand model and raised almost one million dollars. I was REALLY happy with myself.
Years later, I had prosthetic arms and a good life. The nurse had tried returning, but I refused. I was donating my blood every now and then to help people in need. I soon figured out it was some creep selling it on the dark web. That was unsettling to know. I was living my best life, then something happened. I was almost killed, again. The train I was riding had derailed. But I didn't have to worry about medical expenses? I had millions of dollars, and I had $999,000 coming in WEEKLY. I made a few books and was still a handless hand model. I was in the hospital for 3 months. My rib cage was crushed, my prosthetic arms were broken, my legs were broken, and my vision was getting more blurry by the day. I finally got to go home, but I needed glasses. I had so much taken from me in the past 22 years. I had fallen in love again, and this time, I knew it wasn't taken. I asked her out and she said yes. I bought her lots of stuff and gave her money if she needed it.
I came home from work one day and caught my girlfriend making out with some random sock puppet on the couch. I wasn't one to be mean, but I grabbed her by her arm and dragged her out. "You leave too." I snapped at the sock. They both left. I didn't care. I had what I needed, and I was gonna be happy.
One day in March, I was walking to the hospital for a surgery on my arms. The doctors said it’d help me regrow them. I was almost to the hospital when a red Corvair started to trail me. It was none other than Cherry Valance. She called my name a few times, but I just kept walking. Ever since Johnny died, she has never talked to me. I had no reason to talk with her.
She pulled over and got out of the car. “Ponyboy!” She called out again. “Please! I just want to talk!” I stopped and faced her, “I have an important surgery today. So I need to go.” She started walking after me. I just kept walking. I needed this surgery. It would help me regrow my arms. “I’ll drive and we can talk.” I knew she wouldn’t stop pestering me until she got what she wanted. I agreed and climbed into her car.
“I want to start over with you, Ponyboy. Maybe we can be friends again.” She started. “If not, that's perfectly ok.” I was just staring out the window as she drove. Maybe being her friend wouldn’t be so bad. “Alright. We can be friends again, Cherry.” A wide smile grew on her face. “Thank you.”
Cherry and I caught up on our lives on the way to the hospital. It was like we never split up. I was sent into surgery, and once I got out, Cherry was there. She never left my side. This made me oddly happy. We haven’t talked in years, and all of a sudden she shows up and sticks with me. She didn’t know that I had killed a soc.
The doctors came into the room after I had woken up. They informed me that during the surgery, there was an accident. Apparently, now I am pregnant. Cherry looked at me in shock. “You’re a girl, Ponyboy?” I stared at her like she was crazy, which she probably was a bit nuts. Like Sandy Cheeks.
After a few days, the doctors let me go home. I had little fingers sprouting from my shoulders. Cherry said she was proud of me. Next, I needed to eat a whole all-you-can-eat buffet. Then my arms would come back to existence.
One day, I decided to do 1,000,000 push-ups. The baby bump was too fat, though. Cherry had to help me up. Ever since I came home from the hospital (pregnant), Cherry hasn’t left my side. I’m gonna buy her a diamond ring and ask her to marry me after I give birth. I think I'm in love with Cherry Valance. She calls me a t-rex tho.
About nine months later, I was in the hospital again. But this time it was good. I was finally having my baby!!! I was thinking about naming it Tyrannosaurus Rex Curtis and calling him Tracy. Cherry wasn't too happy with the name. I'm the dad though! It is my baby Tracy.
It took hours for Tracy to be born.