"Kit!" my older brother yelled.

"Another minute, Darry," I called back.

"Kit-Kat Grace Curtis I'm leaving now with or without you!" I sighed and grabbed the bag I used to carry my school books. I ran out of my room (stopping briefly to kiss my parents goodbye) and met Darry by the front door.

"For once can you be on time?" he asked me as we got into his green mustang. It had been a "gift" from Okalahoma University. They really wanted my quarterback of a brother to go play football for them.

"Geez Dar, you've been late everyday this week because you've slept in."

"We're five minutes late."

"Which is why I set the clocks ten minutes forward. Don't worry I told mom and dad. I didn't want you to be late for practice again."

"You're a pain."

"I have to complement Sodapop." I thought of my twin brother. I wasn't like him except when it came to our looks. Even then we were different. We both had the same oval shaped face and blond hair (mine gold and his bronze). Our eyes were different colors (his light brown and mine hazel) but they both were bright and caring.

"I wish you were more like him. Then I would only have to worry about Ponyboy."

"Haha very funny Darrell." I thought about my younger brother. I was more like him, but I think that was because he took after me. We both love to read and write. I wasn't very good when it came to drawing, but I often encouraged him to draw.

"Kit!" I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had spaced out on Darry.

"What was the question?"

"I thought you didn't have cheerleading practice today." I am I cheerleader and we usually have practice the same time the football team does. That's why I usually go to school a half hour early like Darry did. He had weight training in the morning and actual practice after school.

"We don't. We have a fund raising meeting." His mouth formed an "O" shape. We pulled into the senior parking lot and I was not surprised to see most of the team there waiting for him. I unbuckled my seat belt as my door was opened for me.

"You set the clocks forward, didn't you?" Paul Holden asked me leaning on the door. I smiled as he held his hand out to help me out. I grabbed my bag and took his hand.

"You owe me," I told him. He smiled at me. I looked at his watch and saw that I was ten minutes late. "Golly, I'm late! I'll see you guys later." I ran towards the door and hollered bye to Darry over my shoulder. I could have sworn I heard the team laughing as I entered the building.

"Our next order of business is…" Christie stopped when I entered the room. "You're earlier than usually."

"I set the clocks forward." She smiled at me. I could see what Darry liked about her. She had a sweet smile and had golden blond hair with crystal blue eyes. I wished they would go out already, but they didn't want to be the typical football Captain and Head Cheerleader couple.

"Well that's one way to get him here on time," she told me approvingly. I took a seat next to my best friend Sherrilyn. She had strawberry blond hair which was getting redder and redder every day.

"What have we done?" I asked her.

"We actually just started." She smiled and looked me over. "You look nice."

"Thanks."

"Back to Prom," Christie said. "The theme is the Twenties. I'm head of the Prom Committee so I want them and us to be working close together."

"Why? They'll mess everything up." I looked at the girl who spoke. Her name was Betsy and she was a sophomore. She had brown hair and brown eyes. She is your classic rich snob. All the girls on the team are rich (with the exception of me) but only she and a few others were stuck up.

"We want to try and bring the two together," Christie explained annoyed. She hated Betsy as much as I did. "We need ideas for fundraising. We could have a bake sale, but that only brings in so much money."

"We could have a kissing booth and give everyone a kiss who donates," Sherrilyn suggested.

"Do you really want to give some hoodlum a kiss?" Betsy replied her eyes on me. That's what my type of people are called. Poor JDs who will probably be booked into jail more than once in their life. We're known as Greaser's by them, and they are known as Socs to us. Christie had threatened to kick any girl off the team who used those words. She knew I didn't want to join the team because I knew I would be called a Greaser. I wasn't going to, but she got Darry on her side who then got our parents on their side.

"They couldn't afford it," Stephanie (Betsy's friend) assured her. I felt my hand tighten into a fist. If we were on the street I would have decked her right there. That was one of the main difference between the two groups. My kind reacts based on their emotions while the snobs acted cool and planted fake smiles on their faces. The one on Stephanie's face right made my blood boil.

"Stop that!" Christie ordered. You could tell she was annoyed. "I don't think the School Board would have approved it anyway."

"We could ask businesses to donate money," Jaime suggested. She was a junior with light brown hair and green eyes. I liked her cause she was really a sweet girl. "We could have the top two sponsors be allowed to sit on the field during the Junior VS Senior football game."

"I like that," Christie replied approvingly. "We'll do that along with the bake sale. Speaking of the football game, Jaime you'll be head junior coach." Every Friday before Prom, the Senior boys always played a game of football against the junior boys. All Junior and Senior girls are allowed to try out to be a cheerleader for this one game. Being chosen as Head Junior cheerleader was a honor. There was no head senior since the cheerleading captain was always a senior. She would be the head for the Senior class.

"Thanks Chris." Christie smiled.

"You've earned it."

"What about assistants?" Betsy asked. A sophomore would be picked to help the Junior Captain and a Freshman would be picked to help the Senior Coach. The upper classman on the team decided who got the honor.

"As you know the Juniors and Seniors had a meeting yesterday to discusses this. Betsy you'll be Junior Assistant." Christie didn't look to happy over that one. Sherrilyn and I shared a look. There were two more freshman just like Betsy on the team. The bell rang and we all stood and gathered our things.

"Oh one more thing ladies. Kit, you were voted Senior assistant." I heard someone say what but I didn't care. I, Kit Curtis, a greaser, had been voted assistant.

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