Hello there. Well, it's a Cinderella story but in the life of one of our favorite Greasers. You'll have to read to find out though. Hope you enjoy! Oh yeah, R&R please.

Wait, I don't own The Outsiders, just the different characters. If I did, I'd own Soda and Dally, but I don't. I should give my thanks to S.E. Hinton for bringing those two to life through reading.

A Greaser Cinderella Story

By: dally's little girl

Once upon a time, okay maybe not too long ago, my brothers Darry, Ponyboy, and I told our parents good bye as they left for a party.

"Behave for Darrel, boys," our mom ordered us.

"We will mommy," my little brother Ponyboy told her.

"Bye guys love ya," dad told us.

"Love ya, too, dad," we told him back.

"Love you, boys. Oooh, I'm gonna miss you guys," she told us. Good old mom.

"Love you mom," we tell her. They left.

Anyway, I'm Sodapop Curtis, but called Soda for short. I was ten-years old. I've always been the happy-go-lucky type of person. People say that I'm movie star handsome. I have a brownish color hair. I have the most amazing blue eyes according to everyone who knows me. I'm told that I am very street smart. I can see that. I'm not very book smart. I can see the good looks too.

My oldest brother is Darrel Curtis. We all call him Darry for short. He was named after dad. He was fourteen-years-old. He has blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He even looked like dad at the age of twelve. He's very smart and athletic. He has always loved football. He's been a football star since he started. He always practiced hard at practices.

My little brother's Ponyboy. Our dad was very original. He was seven-years-old. He has brown hair with a tint of red in it. He's been reading for as long as I can remember. He's incredibly smart. Pony's a pretty quick runner, too. He's a track person. He does running events, basically the 200.

When our parents walked out the door, our friends Two-Bit, Steve, and Johnny came in. They told them bye and us hi.

Two-Bit Mathews is a friend of ours since basically birth. His real name is Keith, but we call him Two-Bit since he always has to put his two bits in for everything. He was twelve-years-old at the time. Apparently, our parents were pretty good friends with his mom. He has a sister who was seven, so Pony's age. I guess he and Darry would play together quite a bit. He's a big fan of Mickey Mouse. You'll usually see him in a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. He has rusty colored hair and sideburns he's pretty proud of.

Johnny Cade had been our friend for three years then. He had just turn ten at the time. He has black hair. He has those big brown puppy dog eyes. We found him in the lot in our neighborhood. He was crying with bruises all over his body. When we found him, he wiped his eyes off and told us that he wasn't crying. We asked him why he was so bruised. Soon, we found out that his father beat him and his mother yells at him for no particular reason. They're drunks who are constantly fighting. He would never harm a fly.

Steve Randle is my best friend ever. We met on the school playground in first grade. He really doesn't like Pony. He sees him as a tagalong kid. He had just turned eleven at the time. He and his dad hasn't really seen eye to eye since his mom past away the previous year. His dad would kick him out of the house once a week. He was usually drunk. Sometimes, Steve would come over with a black eye. He has black hair that he has always combed in swirls. His eyes are brown.

"What's shakin'?" Two-Bit asked as he came in with the others.

"Nothing much," Darry replied.

"Well let's get it going."

We decided on a game of poker. We weren't too bad but we weren't pros quite yet. We used dimes. It was fun.

We played for a couple hours. It was 8:30 already. Mom and dad were supposed to be home by now.

"Hmmmm….. I wonder where mom and dad are," Darry blurts out as he looks at the clock.

"I'm sure they lost track of time," I told him. "Cinderella did."

"True," he said.

"Let's just wait for a half hour to an hour," I suggested.

"Sounds good."

We waited, and waited, and waited. After an hour and a half, the phone rang.

"I'll get it," Darry announced as he headed for the phone. "Hello." He paused. "Oh." Another pause. All of a sudden, tears filled his eyes. "O-okay officer. Th-thank you, s-sir." He hung up the phone.

"What wrong Darry?" Pony asked.

"Mom a-and d-dad a-aren't c-coming b-b-back," he stuttered tremendously.

I had lost it. Pony did, too. So did the guys.

All of the sudden the door bell rang. Darry went to get it.

"Hello officers," he sniffed.

"Hello boys. We need you to pack up your bags," they told us. "We'll help."

One of them followed me to my room. He was maybe about six feet two. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked about thirty.

"I'm Officer Shaley if you need anything okay. Sorry about your folks," he tells me.

"Thanks," I tell him and we got to my room. I packed as he helped out some. "Where are we going?"

"The Tulsa Boys' Home," he replied.

"Oh."

When we got done, our friends were out in the living room as we entered. They came up to us.

"Bye," they said.

"Bye," we cried and gave them each hugs.

"Never forget," Steve told me.

"I won't."

We all left. Our friends walked back to their houses as we got in the police cars.