Dreaming of Chocolate Cake in a Bologna Sandwich World

I just woke up and noticed that Johnnycakes was wasn't here. At first, I was kind of confused - I was deep in thought about the breakfast menu at the Curtis house. I was craving the sweet taste of chocolate cake. The reality of the situation is that I'm currently trapped in a bologna sandwich existence.

Johnny has gone to get some supplies. I hope he can scrounge up some decent supplies to keep us occupied while we're on the run. I know for sure he has gone to get some grub, and some peroxide. The hair that has defined our look is going to be a thing of the past when Johnny gets back to this dingy, old church. I try to picture what I'll look like as a blond; it actually makes my skin crawl. Unfortunately, it's something we have to do to assure our survival. The fuzz will be looking for two kids matching our descrpition, so we have to throw them off the trail.

Anyways, I'm finding it hard to pass the time around here. All I can think about is that dead Soc kid. I need something to take my mind off of things. I could really go for a good book right now.

It's starting to set in

The thought of not seeing my brothers again is really starting to set in. The fact that I won't see Sodapop again for some time is giving me a lump in my throat. Part of me even thinks that I'll miss all of the yelling that Darry does around the house. I'll miss Two-Bit's 'two bits.' I think I will even miss that Soc girl, Cherry.

Johnnycakes and I just got back from Dally's house. I can't get that Hank Williams tune out of my head. Even though Dally is a first class hood, his 'experience' in avoiding the law is turning out to be a benefit right now. He suggested that we ride the rails to a remote country town, so we can get out of sight for awhile. The loneliness of our prediciment is becoming more apparent as each minute passes.

I can't believe what we did...

I can't stop shaking as I'm typing this. Johnnycakes and I were just minding our own business when all of a sudden those Soc buffoons came out of nowhere and started harassing us. They were out of it and wreaked of liquor, before they grabbed me and pushed my face down into the fountain. I was scared and felt queasy and useless as I fought for air. The one Soc with the rings, even in his altered state kept overpowering me. Thankfully Johnny was there to defend me, however all he had was his blade. I remember the Soc letting up his grip on me and watching as crimson red blood diffused slowly through the frigid water. That when the reality of what happened kicked in. That's when I knew we were in trouble. Tonight was catastrophic to say the least. We're scared, confused and afraid of what the future holds; all we know is that we can't stay here - the fuzz will be on our tail by the time the morning sun rises.