I will update for lack of anything else to do. And the fact that I can. This is very tricky to be posting right now, so you better like it!

Chapter six

Kim was grounded for the rest of the week. She couldn't even go to her choir concert. Kim was on the JV choir. She wasn't the best, but she was pretty good. Kim was pretty mad about that and put up a big fuss about it, but Darry wouldn't let her out of the house for nothing. He made sure that it was straight to school and straight home. She couldn't even go to her friend's house to study. That bugged her.

More news on the draft. Everyday day we heard of more people getting drafted. First it was Tim Shepard. It was only a matter of time till Soda got his draft notice. I knew Darry wouldn't get a notice since he was the guardian over Soda, Kim and I.

The next several months leading up to Soda and Kim's eighteenth birthday were torture. They were frequently absent from home and school. They were associated with a lot of hippies. Darry didn't want them to be. They were stoners and dropped acid. Not that Kim and Soda were, but Darry didn't want them to form a habit.

Finally Soda and Kim turned eighteen. They refused to celebrate. They didn't even have cake. Instead they wore black and moped around the house. Darry thought they were being ridiculous, but I mourned with them. It was kind of like mourning Soda's death before he even went to war. It was pitiful. It was more than pitiful. It was sad. Darry wanted to mourn with us, though he didn't come right out and say it.

Not two weeks after Soda turned eighteen, his draft notice came. He was going. He packed his bags and took a train to his doom, to his death.

Kim moved out of the house. There was no reason for her to say when Soda was gone. I didn't where she went. She could of lived in the apartments behind my house or all the way in New York, I didn't know.

I missed Soda and Kim. I missed them a lot. It was too lonely with out them. Steve and Two-bit went to war too. I missed the gang. I missed Mom and Dad and Soda and Kim and Two-bit and Steve. It used to be so loud and fun with them in the house, and they slowly went, two at a time. There were only two of us left. Would I go to war when I turned eighteen. Would there still be a draft or even a war. Would I still have brothers not just brother?

My nightmares started to come back. I had one every night. Sometimes two. Darry worried. He took me to the doctor.

The doctor gave me a diagnosis of too much stress. He suggested I see a shrink. Darry shook his head and declared he couldn't pay for it. I believed him too. But we did have more money than usual without having Soda or Kim around.

I missed Kim and Soda and right then I vowed that I would get out of this town, and go to college.

Done. Sorry it is short, but it was either this or nothing

Until next time

Blame it on the government