You had just gotten beat up by the Socs. You aren't far from the Curtis house, "Pony........Soda......Darry........Dal.......Two.........Steve.........Johnny. H-help." Then you see figures running towards you but it's too late, you have already passed.
(A/N: I'm sorry that this isn't much but I guess it is something. Hope you like it! Yes, I know, it's sad, depressing, upsetting, what ever you wanna call it. Luv yall, Stay Gold. <3 Amelia)
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The Outsiders Imagines
FanfictionWhat the title says. I write my own imagines, if you want a X reader let me know :)
