Chapter 1
I got dropped off at my cousin's house, with my one book bag and one suitcase. The second my dad got me out of the car, he was zooming down the road in seconds.
I let out a sigh and I struggled my way to the front door. It was a screen door and it looked unlocked, not like I could open it with my arms full.
"Hello?" I called, the T.V was on and there was talking going on in there. So one got up by the sound of it and came to the door. He looked around 20; he had dark-brown hair and icy blue eyes. "Hi I'm Rachel, your cousin?" I said, "I need help here please," He opened the front door and took my suitcase but I refused to give him my book bag.
"I'm Darrel, your older cousin, come in," I hitched my book bag over my shoulder and walked in, a couple of boys were in there, the youngest in there was a boy with light brow hair and greenish-gray eyes, he looked around 14 years old. The one that looked around the same age had jet-black hair and big black eyes. He was also well tanned. Another boy had a dark-gold hair with dark brown eyes, a seventeen year old with badly greased hair that looks like it haven't seen a shower in months, and one of the oldest with sideburns. There is one that caught my eye, over all that dark hair. A guy that looked seventeen, he had white-blond eyes and hard cold blue eyes, worse than Darrel's.
"Hi," I said nervously scanning the crowd, I didn't see a girl in site and this upset me, I need someone I know I can be a real girl around.
"Hi," They said in a chorus, the one with sideburns waved to me. I gave him a sheepish kinda wave back.
"Ya'll, this is our little cousin Rachel, and she will be staying with us for god knows when, so let's make her feel welcome." Darrel turned to me, "You will be sleeping in a room in the basement, lets put your stuff down stairs and I will introduce you to everyone." I followed him to the basement and plopped all my stuff on the bed. "Come back up, you should get to know the gang,"
A lump was in my throat, Sam wasn't kidding when he said I was gonna live with some hoods. We went back up and this time I was on my toes, ready for them to jump on one another and fight and stuff.
"Rachel, I would like you to meet Sodapop," Darrel said pointing to the golden-hair seventeen year old boy, "And that is Ponyboy," He said pointing to the youngest with the greenish-gray eyes. "Johnny," He pointed out the tanned second youngest, "Steve," The guy with badly greased hair, "Two-Bits," The one with sideburns waved at me, "and Dallas," He said pointing the white-blond hair boy, "Sodapop and Ponyboy are your cousins, the rest are the gang," He gave a small nervous smile, not knowing what to do. There was an awkward silence for a second then Two-Bits broke it out.
"So you from Canada like you say?" He asked. I gave a small nod, "What's it like up there?"
"Pretty good, very quiet at times, very boring but nice and relaxing," I said in a small voice.
"That sounds like a nice life," Two-Bits sighed. "Why did you want to come down here anyways?"
"Long story," I said quickly, it wasn't very long but still I never wanted anyone to know my story, it was too horrible to say.
"Okay, whatever, who wants to go play football," Darrel asked. "You can join or watch," He said to me.
"Watch, I would make a fool out of myself if I play," I was a horrible klutz and I don't want these boys to know the embarrassing way, they all wanted to play and they were out the door in seconds, I hesitated but followed slowly. If they were this easy to live with, I think this is going to be a nice life for me, no more fear ahead of me.