Personal Narrative: Should Pony Boy Be Put In Foster Care

Today's court case is going to be a tough one. It is to determine if Pony boy should be put in foster care instead of staying with his brothers Darrel and Soda pop. My heart says that he should stay with his brothers, but my head is telling me the right thing to do is to send him to foster care. My only problem is that I will be judged for making the wrong decision and lose my family and friends. I guess the only thing that I can to is pray that God gives me the strength to take the burden off Pony boy in regard to where he will permanently live for the rest of his life.

I feel myself getting nervous as I walk up the courthouse steps toward the courtroom. Sleep was the last thing on my mind. The haze I was in was immense, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I really wish I did sleep so maybe it would calm me just a little bit, but that was the last thing on my mind.

It is already crowded so I have to push and shove a while to get through to my stand. As I go to sit, I see him. Pony boy looks so distraught, so lost, as if one fateful move could end his life. If you stood very close to me, you could probably hear my heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. It was tough seeing him like that because he went through a lot in the past year. Never mind that, though, we have to get on with this case before it is too late.

With everyone rising in my presence, I can already feel their gazes on me. It feels like torture, knowing that my conclusion may be different from this whole room and maybe even Pony himself. The case is handed to me by the police officer next to my stand. Surprisingly, the only questions I had to ask were about what goes on when Pony is at school and home. This determines the dreaded answer that I do not want to say aloud. From across the room, there is one person whose gaze seems to burn into my soul. They were the one who made me question everything that I had ever