Chapter 10
I sat bolt upright and started looking around. Where was Aurora? Then I remembered, Aurora was dead; it must have been another dream. I looked over at the clock; 6:30. Darry was still asleep, I wondered if I should wake him up and tell him about the dream. I decided it probably wasn't a good idea; it hadn't really been a nightmare. I was about to go back to sleep when I heard the front door slam. We had never been robbed before, but I wanted to see who it was.
There was no one in the living room, but I cold hear someone in the kitchen. I looked in; it was Soda.
"Soda?" I said as I walked into the kitchen.
Soda turned around. He had a black eye.
"What happened?" I asked.
Soda sighed, "Steve and I got into a fight."
"About what?" I asked.
Soda shook his head. "He kept calling you crazy; said that you should still be in the nut-house. He asked if we had a straightjacket for you…I don't know if he was drunk; I hope he was. I asked Steve if he was joking, and he said 'hell, no'."
"So you two started fighting?" I asked.
Soda nodded, "Steve's my best buddy, but I couldn't have him making fun of you like that."
I smiled. I had been sort of afraid that Darry and Soda were mad at me for having nightmares. But Soda's standing up for me showed me that at least he wasn't mad at me. I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty though, Soda and Steve were best friends and now they hated each other, and it was all because of me.
Darry got up a few minutes later, and he and Soda started to get ready for work. They didn't want to leave me alone, but I told them that I'd be fine. I wasn't so sure that I'd be fine though. I was starting to feel depressed; I had caused the fight between Soda and Steve. It was all my fault.
Once Darry and Soda had left, I sat on the couch and watched TV for a while. I couldn't shake the feeling of depression. I felt responsible for making Steve and Soda hate each other, and to make matters worse, I missed Aurora. Being home made me miss her even more.
I kept waiting for Aurora to walk in the door and say something like, "Pony, they got some new rabbits at the pet store." or "I hate my ballet costume, it's the ugliest thing I've ever seen." I sighed, the more I tried to not miss Aurora, the more I missed her.
I needed to get out of the house. It was depressing me. I needed to run; I was going back to school in a couple of weeks. If I wanted to be on the track team, I would need to start running again. I got up off the couch and bolted out the door and out of our yard. I didn't know where I was going; I would decide when I got there.