Personal Narrative: Johnny And Dally

I spent my days after the incident gazing at the sunsets. For ear I could see Johnny’s smile within the clouds. Darry wanted to host a funeral for Johnny and Dally.To be honest, I was troubled about this. I couldn’t bare the fact I might have to have to go through this again. The funeral was set for next week. Two-bit thought it would be a good idea to tell Johnny’s parents about it. Although I knew Johnny wouldn’t want them there. Johnny would always tell me how much he despised his dad and his mom didn’t care much about him either. I always wondered how it would be to live with deadbeat parents. My parents are dead, but they were the best parents any greaser could ever have. I felt like I was losing everybody. My mom and my dad. Now Johnny

Although 365 days isn’t enough time to talk about all the reminisces of our childhood. My family and I were never really religious, but if there was a God, I hope Johnny was with him. I hope he was in a better place and I hope he is happy. I looked at my watch and it was 6:39. I started with a prayer, but then just decided to talk to him out loud. I could feel something. I could feel his presence around me. “ Hey Johnny, I hope you’re having a good day wherever you are. I still remember the day we met, you were wearing that red ELVIS hat, which I still have by the way. We played soldiers, well like you said it, Greaser soldiers,” I laughed a bit remembering his young hopeful voice. “We also played baseball, remember? That was the day my best friend broke my finger and right then and there when you were at the hospital with me, I knew you’d be my lifelong best friend. Then that one time at school, I dared you to get Lisa Wilkin’s phone number.She slapped you right across the face and said get outta here greaser who do you think you’re talking to?” I imitated in my best girly voice. “Well I gotta go, I love you Johnny, and I miss you so