World domination is at my fingertips. It will come when the U.S. government turns into a dictatorship, and that doesn't seem that far away! I hope you like this story, but I shouldn't be starting it though. Oh, well, who cares? On with the show.

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Really, on with the show!

Chapter 1

I walked to the elementary to walk my little brothers home like I always did after school. Since the elementary school didn't let out for another twenty minutes, or so, I got my books out and started on my homework. The chilly, fall wind cut through my jacket, and my hands went numb, I could hardly grasp the pen I was writing with. I got out my gloves, tattered and worn with holes in it. I took a deep sigh and pulled them on to my hands. It didn't do much, but it was better than nothing. Besides, I couldn't go and ask for new gloves right now. My parents were paying off a credit card, eight hundred dollars a month. That was a lot of money, but they had just paid off the last of it. That would mean new coats, and gloves.

" Hey, Darry," a little voice shouted. I looked up, and saw my little brothers, Pony, and Soda running toward me.

" Hey," I answered. " Let's get home it's cold."

My brothers nodded, and we started our walk home. I looked down at Pony, and Soda. Soda was eleven, but soon he would be twelve, and Pony had just turned nine. Soda was in the sixth grade, and Pony was in the fourth. As for me, I was fifteen, and a freshman in high school. I couldn't wait to get out of the house, and go to college. I couldn't wait to get out of the neighbourhood, to tell you the truth. It's not that it was a bad neighbourhood, well; it was a bad neighborhood actually. Nothing that bad, I suppose.

We were now nearing the house, but something wasn't right. No, something wasn't right at all. There were cop cars everywhere, and ambulances, and fire trucks. I got a little closer. Maybe it wasn't our house. No, it couldn't have been. It must have been the neighbors. I kept telling myself as I neared the house. The closer I got, the more the truth sunk in. It was our house the cop cars were at. It was our house, not the neighbors.

" What do you think happened?" Pony asked, who was to young to understand what was really happening. I looked over at Soda. His eyes were big, and worried. His bottom lip trembled as we walked closer. What in the world could be happening?

I walked to one of the cops who was now putting yellow tape around the door to my house.

" Excuse me, son," the cop muttered. " You aren't allowed to be this close to the crime seen."

Crime seen? What was he talking about? My head seemed to be buzzing while I tried to figure out what had happened.

" Crime seen?" I asked. " What crime seen. I live here." I was nearly shouting by then. I might have been hallucinating, but I was pretty sure I saw them bring out body bags.

" Son, did your parents live here with you?" the cop asked.

" Yes," I whispered, dreading the truth.

" Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but there has been well an accident," The cop said. I could tell you he didn't want to say the rest, and personally, I didn't want to hear the rest.

" W-w-what kind of accident?" I stuttered, dreading the truth. I looked down at my brothers. Soda's eyes were already starting to tear up, but Pony had no idea what was going on. Ignorance was truly bliss, wasn't it?

" An armed robbery resulting in the deaths of your parents," he whispered, though I could tell he didn't want to say it.

" Both of them?" Soda asked.

" Yes," the cop said in a hushed tone.

Tears slid down both of my brothers' faces. I was waiting for the tears to come, but they didn't.

" So," the cop said as he looked at his papers. " It says Darrel Curtis, and Margaret Curtis had three boys, right?"

" Right," I whispered.

" You are probably Darrel then, right?" he asked.

I nodded my head. If I spoke again I would break down and cry. I was sure of it.

" And the little ones are Ponyboy, and Sodapop, right," he asked as he looked down at my brothers. They gave him a small nod between tears.

" I have already called the Social workers," he said as he went to talk to some other cop.

I shall stop there! I hoped you liked it! Comments are appreciated, and I must hide from the bunnies,

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