*I don't own The Outsiders.

Evelyn Curtis is a handful for her older brothers. She's got to face a lot more than most nine year olds do: Her parents just died, Darry won't let her use the toilet as a pool for her dolly, and there's this mean Soc who tried to hurt her Pony and Johnnycakes…This is her story.

Yes, I know, another sister fic, but I think this one has an interesting twist. This will take place before the book and through it's events.

(PPOV)

I groaned as I heard multiple pots and pans come crashing down in the kitchen. Soda laughed as he tugged his pants on, "I guess Lyn is awake huh, Pone?" Soda grinned as I stared at him bleary eyed.

"She's up too early," I grumbled as I heard Darry telling her to clean up the mess she made.

A squealing cackle blurted from her, "Noooo, I need that for the game I'm playing. It's the castle, Darry! You can't ruin it," she all but hissed at him.

"Shut the heck up!" I yelled.

"Don't yell at your sister," Darry scolded. Blah, blah, I don't care if she's only nine, she's freaking annoying. "It's time for you to get up and get ready anyway."

"It's a Saturday, I should be able to sleep until noon, but no I'm up at," I glance toward the clock on the desk, "seven thirty," I said the time as if it were something dirty.

Soda started laughing, Darry peaked in grinning, "Seven thirty, oh my, you poor thing. What time did you get off to bed?"

"Um…," I hesitated.

Darry snorted, "That's what I thought. I'm guessing you forgot that you need to watch Evelyn today?"

I did forget. Evelyn, Lyn for short, was named by our Mother. She had finally got her chance to name one of us. My parents had an agreement that my Dad named boys and my Mom named the girls. Well, three boys later, my Mom finally got her chance.

Lyn is small and looks sweeter than honey, but she's really a fire breathing demon on the inside. God forbid something doesn't go her way, to her that's a sign of the apocalypse. Not to mention, she can be a bit dramatic. I don't mean that in a negative way, she's just dramatic to get a laugh from you, but sometimes it's just annoying.

I sighed, closing my eyes. I heard the door creak and a small giggle. Evelyn got on the bed slowly, trying to sneak up on me. I kept my eyes closed and fought a smile; I'll let her have her fun. I could feel her edge towards me, then she was leaning right over me. Her hair brushed my face.

I grinned, grabbed her middle and gently pinned her against the mattress. She squealed loudly, laughing as I started tickling her. She kicked her feet, "No, no, no m-more!" She choked out. I smiled down at her.

"Do you really think you can sneak up on me?" I scoffed teasingly.

"I'll get you one day, if it is the last thing I do," she prophesized. I shook my head no at her. She narrowed her hazel eyes at me, they were a mix between green, brown, with gold flecks. Her blond hair is lighter than Soda's, the color of sunlight when it peaks through the clouds on an overcast day.

We were going to have such a problem when she decides she wants to date. Ugh, the thought terrifies me.

"Come on, baby. It's time to get some breakfast."

She whispered to me, "Before Darry as an assanism."

I laughed hard enough to bring tears to my eyes, "You mean aneurysm, doll."

She frowned at me, "That's what I said."

Lyn dealt with losing Mom and Dad surprisingly well. Of course, there has been many nights spent calming tantrums as she called for Mama and Dada. I think that hurt almost worse than losing my parents. She only knew them for nine years; at least she won't forget them.

I tossed her in the air as I walked to the kitchen, she loves when you do that. I grunted, "You're getting big," I told her.

She nodded, her eyes completely serious, "I'm a big girl, Pony," she smiled. She had a couple teeth missing in the front, one on top, the other on the bottom.

"When are you going to grow those teeth back in?" I asked her.

"When I get around to it," she answered smartly.

Darry shook his head, slightly amused. Two-Bit laughed out, "I think we're rubbing off on her. Don't you think?"

"Unfortunately, I know we are," Darry grumbled, unhappy.

I grimaced; he was referring to some of the less than appropriate words she's been picking up on lately. I guess that's the down side of a nine year old growing up with her older brothers and their friends. Darry almost beat Two-Bit's head in when she admitted she learned the word shit from Two-Bit. She'd been playing with a doll and couldn't get its clothing on right and cussed out.

Man Darry was so mad! I thought he was mad that time I got drunk but oh boy when he heard Evelyn cussing…I'm surprised Two-Bit is still alive and coming over to our house.

And, of course she found it funny when Darry got so mad. He would never yell at her, because it really isn't her fault. He did, however, tell her sternly that she couldn't repeat those words. But, whenever she finds a new word, like the one day is was bastard, she likes to repeat it.

You know that game when you repeat whatever the other person says? Yeah, well she likes that game and tends to play it at the worse times, like when Dally came in swearing about his girl cheating on him.

"Pone, can you not walk and throw her at the same time," Darry sighed.

"I won't drop her." Darry shook his head in irritation at me. Obviously, I overstepped it; I should've just kept my mouth shut.

"Throw me again!" Lyn demanded.

"Nope," I refused setting her into a chair. Her feet dangled over the edge of the seat. Just recently had she gotten tall enough that we didn't have to boost her up using phonebooks or towels. She was very proud of herself that first time she didn't use anything. We had a funeral for the phonebook she had been using for two years.

She was a bit small for her age. She's only three feet, ten inches tall and weighs around fifty five pounds. The social worker who comes here is always asking if we have enough food and I think that's a worry because Evelyn is on the smaller side. But, then again, that isn't really abnormal on this side of the tracks.

The funny thing is, even the social worker learned not to refer to her small size. It bothers Lyn, for some weird reason, that's she's the smallest out of all of us. We try to point out that there is at least five years younger than everyone, that's why she's smaller, plus she's a girl, but she still doesn't like it.

She even punched Steve in the nuts when he called her small fry, it was pretty funny.

Yeah, Steve, you were doubled up because of a nine year old. That's my sister, though.

Lyn is on the crazy side. We all have problems trying to control her, she just doesn't stop. But one thing for sure is, no matter how much I complain I would never want her to be any other way. My little sister is special in a whole lot of ways.

For one, she's the only nine year old I ever heard of who can say they saved a life.

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