Watch Out For the Greasy Girls A/N: I was bored so yeah. Also I was drawing genderbends of all the characters and they all turned out really good. If someone already made something like this, I apologize, I did not steal your idea or anything, it merely was coincidence. The Outsiders belongs to S.E Hinton. I do not own or have any afflictions. - "Ponygirl Curtis, you are gonna be late for school! Get your ass down here and eat breakfast!" I sighed as I rolled over in my bed. "I'm comin,' Carry!" I lived with my two older sisters—Carry and Sophie Curtis. Our parents died in a car wreck before. Sophie was sixteen. She dropped out of school recently, and works at the gas station as a cashier with her best friend, Stevie Randle. Our group consisted of seven people. Sophie was absolutely beautiful. She had long, layered golden blonde hair, a pretty slim body, perfect soft skin, and a cute, pretty face. She's always so cheerful and peppy. She gets hit on by guys a lot, even by Socs, who are the pretentious 'rich kids' from the west side. We're greasy girls, who are, well, pretty much the opposite if the Socs. And then there's my eldest sister Carry. Short for Carroll. She was tall, beautiful and was, perfect. She probably had the most perfect body ever, as if her body was blessed by the gods. She had long, straight light brown hair. She would be much prettier if she smiled more, even if she was already pretty. As for me, I'm of course the youngest. Ponygirl curtis. (Ain't that a one of a kind name, huh?) I had reddish brown hair that stopped below my heart and parted bangs. I was kinda one of the smallest in our group, and I was the youngest. I wish I could look like my sisters when I grow. My figure was petite, and I had a smaller chest, but I get the compliment, 'cute' a lot. There's Stevie Randle. She was pretty snobbish and didn't like me. The only reason she tolerated me was because I was Sophie's baby sister. She had swirly, long light brown hair that curled down to her hips, she was tall and lean, and her specialty was clothes. Sewing, knitting, embroidery, designing...you name it. Then there's Katrina Matthews. She was the witty and happy-go-lucky one in the group. She had curves going on everywhere, while the rest of us were all thin. I wish I had curves. She had a wavy red bob that looked really pretty on her. She also always wore a mickey shirt, I swear she had at least fifteen of 'em. Mally Winston, short for Mallory, was a real interesting one. She was one hell of a badass, I can tell you. She pickpocketed, stole, swore, smoked, drank...pretty much everything. She had medium length light blonde hair, and always had this expression that just made you feel plain scared. And last and least, there was Johanna Cade. I swear, I never heard her talk before. She was small, bony and had long layered dark hair that covered over her eyes. I felt sorry for her. The socs had done something extremely vile and evil to her before... - I dressed for school, wearing my favorite white tank top and my leather jacket and a black micro-skirt, and some makeup, and, of course, my hairspray. "Ain't you gonna about freeze to death, Ponygirl?" Carry asked me as she served me breakfast. I ate. "It ain't cold out. Besides, it's nothing compared to what me and Carlotta Sheperd did—" And I stopped. "What did you and Carlotta Sheperd do now?" Carry asked me, eyeing me as she washed dishes. "Nothing." I jumped as I heard dishes crash. "Don't start with me, Ponygirl Michelle Curtis." I walked out of the kitchen. "I'm going to school." I walked to school angrily. Carry always picked on me, and it wasn't fair. Just because all I did was read, watch movies and look at sunsets, and she didn't even have a real job! I wondered if things would be different if mom and dad were still here... ~~~ When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind—Marilyn Monroe and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like her, she was stunning and I was, well, 'cute.' I sighed as I walked home, checking for a blade in my back pocket. Nope. I cursed as I yelled at myself in my head. Maybe Carry was right about me needing to use my head more. I decided on watching a movie by myself after school. I didn't feel like seeing Carry, she'd probably lecture me on how Carlotta Sheperd, who was now in a reformatory, was a 'bad example' of a friend. Usually boys carried blades and girls didn't, but after an incident that happened with Johanna, our whole group carried blades then. I looked behind me multiple times as I walked. I swear I heard a car. I walked faster. Yeah, there was a car. A pretty tuff Corvair. I started jogging as I saw a few socs walk out of their car. I felt them pull me into an alley as they cackled. I felt a rush of fear ran through me as I felt a socy boy's hand on my neck as the other socy boys laughed. "Hmmhmm...what do we have here...a pretty little greasy whore, out all alone..." His fingers were playing with the hem of my shirt. I tried breaking free but the socs had held my whole body against the wall. "Don't worry. We just want a little fun, greasy girl..." His hand traveled up my shirt then. "No! Stop!" I screamed as I tried to wiggle free, but a boy had a blade against my neck as I gulped. "Quiet, or I'll cut you." Of course, I didn't shut up. They aggressively blindfolded me as I felt the boy's hand grazing over my chest... Then, I heard yelling, and I was free. I was too tired to walk so I fell and I felt someone shake me. "Pony, you okay?" I was unblindfolded. "Carry...stop shaking me...please..." "Sorry," she said, annoyed. She carried me in her arms as Sophie was there too. "Ponygirl, it's alright. We're takin' you home." "What did those disgusting socs do to you?" I wasn't gonna cry. This was nothing compared to what they did to Johanna. "They...they touched me..." There was nothing more to say after that. Carry had threw me onto my bed after we got home. And there really was nothing to do anymore. I only wondered how it'll all stop.
