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Whoot! Ha ha this is my second chapter within a rather short amount of time (I had to sleep... and my mom said no when I told her my grand idea of skipping school to hang on fanfiction), bow down to me!!! As you can see I'm a tad bit on the insane side at the moment, any-hoo enjoy the chapter ;)

Ponyboy's POV

Tonight's my last night at home I had pack my bag, including the draft letter and hid it in our closet this morning, and now I walked into the living room, A game of poker was going on, and TV was on too but, at a quieter volume than usual. Darry sat in his arm chair, reading the paper. I was going to wake up real early tomorrow, before anyone else, so wanted to say my goodbyes tonight. I walked over to Darry and before he could do or say anything I plopped myself down in his lap and curled up, burring my face in his chest.

"Erm, Ponyboy?" Darry asked in a questioning voice, he wasn't use to me going all cuddly on him but, then again most 15 year old boys don't cuddle with their big brothers.

"I love you Darry, and I'm sorry that I don't use my head and that I got home late that one time!" I cried out tearfully.

"Okay, what have you done?" It was Soda who spoke, he was only joking but, I turned to him and tackled him to the ground.

"Oh, don't be jealous, I love you too Soda, can you do me a favor?" I said all in one breath. Before he could speak again I handed him a letter I had written last night, the letter read,

Dear Soda, Darry,Two-Bit, Johnny, Dally and maybe Steve,

I found your draft letter in the mail Soda but, I couldn't let you go. Your just not the kind of person who should have to go to war, which is why I've taken your place. I promise to write when I can. Also, I had to steal your drivers license for ID Soda, so your going to have to get new one.

Wish Me luck,

Ponyboy

"Can you open this tomorrow after lunch? It's this school project I'm doing, you have to make sure you open it after lunch though."

"What kinda school project is that? Why haven't I, in all my years of experience at school, heard of this project?" Two-Bit was suddenly beside us.

"It's the stupid kind, some new thing they're trying out." I said, Hugging Soda real tight one last time, I got to my feet. "I'm pretty tired, I'm gunna go to bed." I slowly dragged my self into bed but didn't sleep. Later on Soda snuck into the room and got into bed, slinging an arm around me, I turned so that I was curled up in a tight ball up against his chest, knowing that this may be the last time I ever slept like this.

"Name." A tough looking man, in his 30's with a buzz cut looked up from his list. I stared at him. Were they going to make me shave all of my hair off? Golly, I sure hope not, I mean I'm confident about this whole taking Soda's place and everything but, shaving my head? That's just going to make me pissed. "I said name! I ain't got all day!" The man snapped at me.

"Oh, um, Sodapop curtis," I told him, flashing the stolen ID. He just nodded check the name off the list, I could hear him muttering to himself quietly, asking what the kind of name was Sodapop. The next thing I knew I was being guided towards a bus, my bag being thrown in with everyone else's and I was shoved roughly into a seat. Since I had woken up pretty early, I fell asleep and next thing I knew I was being hit in the stomach by an elbow, which woke me up pretty fast. Everyone was getting off the bus and heading towards a tent. This must be the training camp. I scrambled of the bus and grabbing my bag from the pile walked over to a solider.

"Um, excuse me sir, do you think I might be able to um, well, phone my brothers." I asked nervously. The letter had to have been opened by now. The solider looked me up and down, he seemed to take pity on me after seeing how small I was compared to everyone else.

"Well, normally, that would be a no but, I suppose I can make an exception this one time. Come on, follow me." He guided my over to a phone booth. "Try to make it quick, and when you're done go to that tent there." The he left. Taking a deep breath I dialed my home phone number, someone answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" Darry's familiar voice comforted me, it sounded stressed and worried, so I knew the reason he was home from work was because the letter had been read.

"Hi Darry." My voice sounded so small and nervous.

"Ponyboy! Is that you, what were you thinking Pony, where are you, you've got us all worried sick! I've already phoned the training base where you're probably are at and talked to this sergeant guy, I told him the situation but, he refuses to remove you, he says that if you willing to go in place of Soda than so be it. He also said that if you wanted to be there, there's a better chance of you living. Oh You've got so worried Pony, I had to phone the state. They said seeing it was your choice, you would not be taken from my custody if you returned. Did you hear that? they said if, oh god they said if!" He was panicking like I'd never heard him panic before.

"Honey, oh my gosh it's you Pony!" Suddenly it was Soda who was crying into the phone. "I- I can't take this, you shouldn't be over there it should be me. I won't be able to live with myself if anything happens to you!"

"Soda, I'm going to be fine, try not to worry too much." I sounded like I was trying to convince myself.

"Soldier! Times up, get off that phone and into that hut over there, it's time to get your hair cut!" Someone barked from outside the booth. Wait, did he say hair cut? Damn.

"Got to go, Bye, I love you Soda." I hurried out of the booth and over to the dreaded tent where the hair I took so much pride in was going to be cut off. I was shoved into the line, shuffling my feet, and as the line advanced, I came closer and closer to the chair that I was going to be forced onto so that someone could shave all my hair off.

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