Being the youngest in the gang is hard. That means that I'm also the smallest. But what makes it really hard, is that I am also the only girl. Though my petite size and stature doesn't stop me from kicking ass!
Being the only girl has its pros and cons.
Pros: I can get away with so much more than the boys can, I'm allowed to have feelings (though I rarely show them and, I can get out of a tight spot with my girlyness
Cons: They always think they need to protect me, I have emotions, I'm treated like everyone's little sister (okay that one's not too bad), and no one thinks I can do anything!
I'm one of the only two people that can really make Darrel Curtis laugh, and the guys all like having me around, so that's another plus. Honestly, they're like my family. They're better than my real one anyway.
I was walking over to the Curtis house from the gas station. I had stopped there to pick up some Cokes for the gang, and had said hi to Soda and Steve. Anyway as I was walking, some Socs showed up in a big truck. I had been jumped before, but I had always been with one of the bigger guys, like Dally or Darry or even Soda. So naturally, I was terrified. But I kept walking. I wanted to run, but I walked.
"Hey girlie," one of them said.
I ignored him. Five more crowded around me. There was one with rings. I had heard about the guy with rings. Johnnycake had been jumped by this guy before, and I didn't want to mess with him.
My heart was in my throat.
"We'll take those," the ring guy said pointing to my case of pop.
"Sorry," I said. "But I don't give things to jerks in big trucks."
Some of the guys had started to make "ooo" sounds. Ring guy glared at me. Two more guys stepped forward and pinned me down. One of 'em socked me a couple of times, and the other pulled out a switch blade.
"Hand it over, and you can go."
Then I made the worst possible decision. I spat in his face. Down came the knife. It sliced open my arm and nicked my forehead. They socked me a few more times when I tried to yell for Soda. A knife to the cheek and four punches later, I had finally pulled out a coke bottle and smashed it on the curb. I held it by the end and the guys backed off slightly. I was able to stand and pull out my own switchblade. I pointed it and broken bottle out towards the guys on either side of me. The one I wasn't aware of, took a coke bottle and hit me over the side of the head with it. Then I blacked out.