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The hearing was today. We had to answer some questions and so did the socs but Pony didn’t have to answer the questions about the murder. Then it was over. We weren’t getting split up. But things didn’t go back to normal. Pony seemed to get clumsy and kept running into things. His grades started dropping too. Like one day he told us that he had to work on a project but when we tried to see what he had done there was nothing there. Then I saw the mail. There was my letter to Sandy, returned unopened. It was like being struck by a bus. Life keeps getting worst and worst. Then, after supper, Darry and Pony were fighting again and I just couldn’t take it. I ran out the door and down the street. I was almost to the park when I saw them gaining on me. When I got to the park I saw Pony coming from the side and I veered away. But pony tackled me to the ground. He should really have been in football. Then we talked about them fighting. They finally agreed to stop fighting for good. We raced back home. A little later in the night, I looked in on Pony and he was finally writing his project. But it looked like it was a novel. Pony’s back.