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*Soda*

Today Pony was turning 16. We get the cake out and sing happy birthday.

We made the cake ourselves. It was chocolate, with 16 candles, 2 layers, and on it was iced "happy birthda." We ran out of room at the end, but it still sounded kind of cool, so we decided to keep it that way. Well, that and we diddnt want to have to make a new cake.

"Pony, do you want to eat now?"

He doesn't look up, he's been staring at his fork for a couple of minues now.

"Pony." No reaction. I try again, louder. "Pony!"

"Huh? Sorry. I guess I'm a little tired." He explains.

"Tired now? It's only 6:30. I thought sleeping early was for old people." Two-bit teases.

"Maybe I'm just tired of you then." Pony jokes.

"Well before you go, Something came in the mail today," I tell Pony as I hand him the envelope. He opens it and takes out the card.

"My drivers license. About time."

He had to take the test 3 times before he finaly passed. He's still a terrible driver. I don't know what oaklahoka is thinking letting him have a license.

"You can borrow my car when you need it" Darry tells him.

"Thanks Darry. I promise I won't wreck it."

We'll see how long that lasts.

He takes his stuff and leaves.

"Goodnight." He calls.

*Pony*

I walk towards the room, trying to ignore the sharp pain in my head. I couldn't wait to finally get some sleep.

Suddenly, I couldn't think of anything. It was like my mind was floating in space. I fall to the floor, hitting my head on the counter. I feel my eyes roll back and my body starts jerking around. I've lost control. I tried to make a sound, but I couldn't talk, shout, or scream. I shake uncontrollably. SOMEONE HELP. My throat gets tighter, and I have trouble breathing. I'm going to die. I think, before everything goes black.

*Darry*

"Two-bit if you can eat an entire slice of cake in one bite, il give you 5 bucks." Soda dares him.

"Only 5? That's at least-"

We hear a thud at the end of the hallway, and run to see where it came from. On the ground , Pony was uncontrollably moving. His breathing was short, face pale, and he was drooling on the floor. His head was bleeding from hitting the counter too. Every now and then he would go rigid or spasm. This went on for a few minuets, before he woke up.

"Pony!" Soda sits beside him. "Are you okay?"

"What happened?" He looked dazed.

"I think you had a seizure. Don't you remember?"

He shoke his head and started to close his eyes.

"Wait you can't sleep now Pony. You might have a concussion." I tell him, but he doesn't listen. He falls asleep anyways.

"We're going to have to take him to the hospital." I state. I carry him to the car, while everyone else follows. Happy birthday Pony.

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