Title- The Tale of Ronnie

Chapter Title- Sold

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Note- What do you get when you leave your best friend and your sister alone with a DVD player? A lot of trouble… The part where Veronica says: I would've sent them so far away from this house; they would've ended up next door. If you don't get that, I can't really explain it. It means that they would've gone all the way around the world to get away. It might make more sense when you read it. My sister told me I was crazy when she read this. I told her I knew that I was. I kept laughing as I wrote the second half of the story.

Uncle Two-Bit dropped me on the couch and then turned the volume on the television loud. Mom smacked him over the head with a stack of papers. She was cleaning. She wanted the house to look nice for the people that were coming to check it out. Around eleven o'clock mom kicked us out. Dad stayed with her. Nate held onto my hand as we got into Steve's car. Two-Bit's brakes were out again. I don't see why he doesn't ask Steve to do it. Dad said that Steve was the best mechanic around.

"Two-Bit," I began, "did ya ever think that Steve could fix your brakes?" He turned around and looked at me.

"No," he said.

"Well, I bet he can. Dad said he was the best mechanic around. You really don't use your head," I told me. Uncle Steve laughed.

"I'll look at your brakes, and maybe I'll give you a discount." Uncle Steve was just as bad as Two-Bit behind the wheel. We went to Uncle Darry's house. I always found that place boring. There was nothing for me to do. I sat on the couch and watched television.

"You okay Ron? You haven't said much today," Uncle Steve asked. He never seemed to like me. He never seemed to like little kids.

"I don't want this stupid baby, they never ask us kids before they do these things," I said. I was kind of mad. I didn't want this stupid baby. It was going to ruin everything. Nate sat next to me and gave me a hug. I smiled, I knew he didn't want the baby either.

"Don't worry about it kid, it'll be fine," Two-Bit said coming to sit next to me. He messed up my hair and I stuck my tongue out at him. I fixed my hair and sighed.

"When can we go home?" I asked. I didn't like it here.

"Are you bored?" I nodded. We went to the movies but I wasn't enjoying myself. I wanted to go home and be with my mom and dad. I didn't want to move. I didn't care about the dumb baby, it could die, I wouldn't care. It was so boring on the way back that Uncle Steve asked the stupidest question.

"So, Ron, what's new?"

"Well, my mom's gonna have a baby, we're movin', oh and Nate said somethin' to mom and dad yesterday," I said.

"Natey talked?" Uncle Two-Bit asked. He picked up Nate.

"I think he deserves some ice cream." Nate grinned. We went to get ice cream. I got chocolate ice cream and of course Nate got vanilla. He's weird, everybody else likes chocolate. Except mom, but she was strange.

We went back to Darry's house, and he said that mom called. We were allowed to go home. I was the first one out the door. I couldn't wait to get home and make sure none of my stuff got touched. Mom was happy because they thought they might've sold the house. They wouldn't have if they were dumb. If they were dumb, they wouldn't have kept me away. I would've terrorized those poor people. I would've sent them so far away from this house; they would've ended up next door. Everything was where I left it. That's always a good thing.

Mom and dad didn't have anybody to take us out for the next people that came. I thought about what i could do, I thought about the horrible things I was going to do. I was told to stay in the bedroom or backyard while they came. When did I, Veronica Curtis, ever listen? I watched the family walk in. It was a mom, a dad, and a girl who looked younger than me. She was maybe five. I quietly walked behind her and then stood to the side. I tapped the opposite shoulder and watched her turn and look in that direction. I slid into my bedroom and grabbed a crayon out of the box and started to color.

"Mom," she said softly, "I think the house is haunted." I let out a light laugh. The house was haunted. That was great.

"Honestly, how many times do I need to tell you, there is no such thing as a ghost. The house is not haunted." Wow, this girl was already a nut-job. This would be hard, her parents wouldn't believe her. Maybe, if I put on a show, they would be terrified. I got up and threw the box of crayons against the wall outside the door. Nate stared at me with wide eyes. I grinned and told him to be quiet. I ran around the house screaming.

"They're comin' to get me! The ghosts are gonna get me!" I wanted to laugh so bad, the little girl was clinging to her mother's leg.

"Veronica Curtis," my mom said and she grabbed me by the waist.

"You say you're sorry because you know you just made that up."

"Sorry," I mumbled and walked back to the bedroom. I wasn't going to move out of this house. No way, I liked it too much here. Nate was looking at me. I could tell he had been laughing. I grinned. I couldn't hold my laughter any longer. I started to laugh and didn't stop.

The next morning I woke up to mom talking on the phone. Apparently, they had sold the house to the people who came early yesterday. I was mad, now I would have to leave.

"When are we moving?" I asked coming out of the bedroom.

"In a month," dad told me. He was standing over the stove making eggs. I looked in the pan to see purple scrambled eggs.

"When was food coloring a food group?"