Title- The Tale of Ronnie

Chapter Title- The End

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Note- This is the end, but since when do I, charmedgurl1891, leave my characters alone? Never, that's when. I have a perfectly good idea for another, set a few years ahead.

That I, Granola Bar, thought of.

Yes, you thought of it.

Say it...

Granola Bar, are you happy?

I guess

So, anyway, this chapter is short, only to tie it up.

"Ron, go clean out your room with your brother. We'll move you into Jonathan's room for your birthday," my mom repeated. I felt my face go white and my eyes start to tear. I stood there, stunned. Did she have to mention him? I thought I was finally doing okay with it, even after finding out that Megan was having a baby.

I love my mom to death, but didn't she understand? Six months wasn't long enough. Maybe it would've been different if she hadn't referred to it as his room, but as the spare room. No, she referred to it as his room, of course. She didn't know I still felt guilty about it. She didn't know.

An almost-8 year old shouldn't have to experience these things. I shouldn't have to feel guilty about something I couldn't have stopped. I shouldn't feel depressed or angry or upset. I should be a crazy little girl without a care in the world. I should be 'Veronica Lynn Curtis; burier of heads in the sand'.

I stayed away from Megan. I was supposed to be happy for her and Steve, but I wasn't. I couldn't be happy. She was going to have a baby, and she did everything wrong. Mom told me that when she was pregnant with Nate and I that nobody could smoke in the house and she never drank. Well, everybody smokes around her, she does it herself! I've never seen her drink, but I know Steve drinks. Their house is mess. I never spoke a word to Megan and I avoided her at all costs, even if it messed up my counting.

"Jessica is Veronica mad at me?" she asked. Megan always called everybody by there full names. She even called Two-Bit Keith! It was crazy. I was Veronica, Nate was Nathaniel, mom was Jessica, dad was Sodapop, Steve was Steve, Darry was Darrel, and you get the point.

"No, she just has a thing about babies. I lost mine six months ago. She had thought it was her fault," mom explained. Hopefully nobody said anything more about it.

"Wait, Jess, she hasn't gotten over that?" Steve asked.

"I thought she did, but I don't know," mom answered.

"But, she talks to us." 'Yeah, I talk to you, I don't to Megan, haven't you noticed?' I thought.

I dragged myself into my room. It wasn't dirty, it never was. I always kept it spotless. I just never checked under the bed. I found old coloring books and broken crayons. I even found an old Barbie head. I never liked Barbies and my friend tried to get me to play with her. I told her no, grabbed the doll out of her hand, ripped the head off and threw it under the bed. Then, I found a notebook, a pen, and a note all attached to each other with a blue ribbon.

'Sometimes it just helps to write,' read my mom's hand writing. I had read that before Christmas, and kicked the notebook under my bed. I had thought writing wouldn't help. Maybe it would, I should give it a shot. I opened the book and uncapped the pen. 'Where to begin?' I thought. I tried to remember where everything started. What was the first thing I felt bad about?

'Chocolate,' I thought. I wanted that dog so much, I tricked Two-Bit into getting it. It had been a Saturday, and I woke up how I used to every Saturday, to the smell of chocolate cake.

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