It was one of the biggest adventures of my life, the year I turned seventeen. Never before had I been accused for something so large or by so many people since the death of Bob Sheldon. Nor had both cases been more a like in the way that neither one was my fault. There was no other time that I received a vast amount of threats from rival gangs and legal officials. Threats became a way of life after I refused to take responsibility for someone else's actions. My brothers had never looked at me with uncertainty and concern like they did then. Soda was quick to believe me after I told him the truth, but Darry was another case. He was the one who would take a lot of convincing. The gang had never questioned my integrity or truthfulness until they heard the news about Libby Crystal. Nor did they ever think, like myself, that I would be caught up in a sticky web in the game of: Whose the Father?