Why Do You Think Pony Boy Should Stay In The Outsiders

Imagine you are the judge in The Outsiders who must determine whether Pony Boy should be allowed to remain in the care of his older brothers, Darryl and Soda Pop, or whether he should be sent to foster care. Would Darryl and Soda Pop provide a suitable environment for raising Pony Boy?In the outsiders I believe Pony boy should stay with his brothers.Pony boy should stay with his brothers for 3 strong reasons.These three reasons is what I will writing about in my writing.

My First reason because Pony boy is a good person.Pony boy is 14 and he is in a high school gifted classes.He is a good brother to Darryl an Soda pop.Pony boy is a good listener to his friends and members of his gang and his best friend Johnny.Pony boy listens in his

school and gets good grades.And doesn't get into to much trouble never.Pony boy doesn't do wrong he listens to Darryl and makes good and does what he is supposed to do.Pony boy and his brothers along with the other greasers live in a small neigh boor hood where nothing really happens much.Their mama and daddy died in a car accident so they are living on their own living off what Darryl makes while roofing houses and soda pop works at a DX station.Pony boy listens well makes good grades in school and also never gets into hardly no trouble besides sometimes slacking on his homework.

My Second reason is that pony boy means a lot to his brothers.They love and value each other to they act alike.They take up for each other and help one another when they need help with something that is hard or difficult for each other.They fight beside each other.They help Pony Boy with his homework and other projects.Pony boy loves his brothers even though Darryl does beat up on Pony when Pony doesn't listen and follows directions like Darryl asks him to do.Pony boy is just another kid with a dream of having at least an understanding of the world.

Finally is Pony Boy is well behaves and doesn't get into much trouble.Pony boy listens and does what his brothers tell him to do.Pony Try not to fight only when he really has to.Pony boy listens when he goes places and has very good manners.Pony Boy risked his life to save kids from a burning church and Johnny Pony boys best friend dies from saving the kids from the burning church.Pony boy Johnny,and Darryl risked their lives to save the kids from the burning church.Johnny died because he saved the kids and got hit by a beam which was holding up the roof.

In conclusion Pony boy should get to stay with his two brothers Darryl and soda pop Because pony is Smart.He is a Good person.He listens and he is very well behaved.Pony has real good manners and is very polite.He only fights when he has to and values and loves his brothers love and Makes really good grades and he is 14 and taking high school honor gifted classes.Pony boy is usually a A honorable or superior honor roll classes.Darryl tells Pony boy do his homework and makes him go to school and makes him

behave.

I had a long walk home and no company, but I usually lone it anyway, for no reason except that I like to watch movies undisturbed so I can get into them and live them with the actors. When I see a movie with someone it's kind of uncomfortable, like having someone read your book over your shoulder. I'm different that way. I mean, my second oldest brother, Soda, who is sixteen-going-on-seventeen, never cracks a book at all, and my oldest brother, Darrel, who we call Darryl, works too long and hard to be interested in a story or drawing a picture, so I'm not like them. And nobody in our gang digs movies and books the way I do. For a while there, I thought I was the only person in the world that did. So I loned it. Soda tries to understand, at least, which is more than Darryl does. But then, Soda is different from anybody; he understands everything, almost. Like he's never hollering at me all the time the way Darryl is, or treating me as if I was six instead of fourteen. I love Soda more than I've ever loved anyone, even Mom and Dad. He's always happy-go-lucky and grinning, while Darryl's hard and firm and rarely grins at all. But then, Darryl's gone through a lot in his twenty years, grown up too fast. Soda pop will never grow up at all. I don't know which way's the best. I'll find out one of these days.

We're poorer than the Socs and the middle class. I reckon we're wilder, too. Not like the Socs, who jump greasers and wreck houses and throw beer blasts for kicks, and get editorials in the paper for being a public disgrace one day and an asset to society the next. Greasers are almost like hoods; we steal things and drive old souped-up cars and hold up gas stations and have a gang fight once in a while. I don't mean I do things like that. Darryl would kill me if I got into trouble with the police. Since Mom and Dad were killed in an auto wreck, the three of us get to stay together only as long as we behave. So Soda and I stay out of trouble as much as we can, and we're careful not to get caught when we can't. I only mean that most greasers do things like that, just like we wear our hair long and dress in blue jeans and T-shirts, or leave our shirttails out and wear leather jackets and tennis shoes or boots. I'm not saying that either Socs or greasers are better; that's just the way things are. I could have waited to go to the movies until Darryl or Soda pop got off work. They would have gone with me, or driven me there, or walked along, although Soda just can't sit still long enough to enjoy a movie and they bore Darryl to death. Darryl thinks his life is enough without inspecting other people's. Or I could have gotten one of the gang to come along, one of the four boys Darryl and Soda and I have grown up with and consider family. We're almost as close as brothers; when you grow up in a tight-knit neighborhood like ours you get to know each other real well. If I had thought about it, I could have called Darryl and he would have come by on his way home and picked me up, or Two-Bit Mathews--- one of our gang--- would have come to get me in his car if I had asked him, but sometimes I just don't use my head. It drives my brother Darryl nuts when I do stuff like that, 'cause I'm supposed to be smart; I make good grades and have a high IQ and everything, but I don't use my head. Besides, I like walking.I knew it wasn't any use though--- the fast walking, I mean--- even before the Corvair pulled up beside me and five Socs got out. I got pretty scared--- I'm kind of small for fourteen even though I have a good build, and those guys were bigger than me. I automatically hitched my thumbs in my jeans and slouched, wondering if I could get away if I made a break for it. I remembered Johnny--- his face all cut up and bruised, and I remembered how he had cried when we found him, half-conscious, in the comer lot. Johnny had it awful rough at home--- it took a lot to make him cry. I was sweating something fierce, although I was cold. I could feel my palms getting clammy and the perspiration running down my back. I get like that when I'm real scared. I glanced around for a pop bottle or a stick or something--- Steve Randle, Soda's best buddy, had once held off four guys with a busted pop bottle--- but there was nothing. So I stood there like a bump on a log while they surrounded me. I don't use my head. They walked around slowly, silently, smiling. "Hey, grease," one said in an over-friendly voice. "We're gonna do you a favor, greaser. We're gonna cut all that long greasy hair off." He had on a madras shirt. I can still see it. Blue madras. One of them laughed, then cussed me out in a low voice. I couldn't think of anything to say. There just isn't a whole lot you can say while waiting to get mugged, so I kept my mouth shut. "Need a haircut, greaser?" The medium-sized blond pulled a knife out of his back pocket and flipped the blade open. I finally thought of something to say. "No." I was backing up, away from that knife. Of course I backed right into one of them. They had me down in a second.