Author's Note: I have yet to get a beta so all my mistakes are my own, but I will try to keep it to a minimum! Hope you enjoy because honestly I am just kinda going off what's in my head that I need to get down on paper or out there or something. Maybe y'all will like the story. It's my first attempt to write a fanfiction for "The Outsiders".

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders

Chapter 1

APOV

I heard a lot of hollerin', and it took me a minute to figure out where it was coming from. I opened my eyes slightly, but only saw the back of Dally. I was about to snuggle back into the couch and go back to sleep when I felt my stomach flip again. I groaned feeling the sickness hit me again and wanted to sleep it off, but then I started hearing something that caught my interest.

"Two-Bit and Soda carried him to the hospital." I knew that voice from anywhere. It was Darry. Who did they carry to the hospital? I sat up and saw Dally and Darry were the only ones here. I knew it couldn't be Pony because Darry would have woke me up, and we would be at the hospital. Darry was tuff, but even he looked uneasy.

Dally gave a crazy look that would kill. "When I find those Socs, their dead, man! Dead!" Dallas Winston never backed out of a promise. Dally kept clinching his hand into a fist. He looked like he would snap at any second.

"Who's in the hospital, Dare?" I asked. Ponyboy walked in looking sick. "What's going on?" I asked Darry again. I half shouted the question at him and that was still not enough to get his focus off Dally and Pony. I had been sick they all went out doing their own things. Pony leaned against the door and slid down to the floor. He looked pale like he was going to puke his guts out. "What's wrong, Pony?" I asked when Darry wouldn't answer my questions.

Ponyboy said in a quiet voice, "They jumped Johnny. We found him shook up real good in the lot. Soda and Two-Bit carried him to the hospital." Pony could barely seem to get the words out. He looked like he was shook up too. It's been a long time since I've seen Pony cry, but he looked like he was about to.

I jumped up from the couch and said, "I'm going-"

Darry interrupted, "Al, you need to be getting some sleep. You're still sick so you don't need to give Johnny anything. You got school tomorrow, too. You and Pony are staying here until we hear something out of Soda."

"C'mon, Darry, this is Johnny!" I exclaimed. I would beg if I had to. Johnny was my best friend out of everyone in the whole gang. Two-Bit would be my second best friend. I knew Two-Bit and Soda would call, but not being there made me feel useless. Dally must have left through the back because when I looked to him for back up he wasn't there.

"You want to make him worse and make him sick, Al? No, you ain't going and neither is Pony. You both need to go to bed. I'll wake you two up if Two-Bit or Soda calls."

I went to my room that I share with Soda. I crashed on our bed, and was worried sick about Johnny. I wished Darry would let me and Pony go.

You may be wondering how Darry has any right to order my sixteen year old butt around. Well, you see Darry is my 20 year old brother and legal guardian. He isn't my blood brother. When I was a little over a year old, Mrs. Curtis found my mom. My mom was a single parent, and couldn't handle me and a job. She was working at the bars while I was at daycare and finally gave up. Mrs. Curtis offered to help my mom out by keeping me while she worked a different job for free since she was used to a lot of kids running around her house anyway. My mom agreed after a while, but then about six months later my mom never came back to pick me up. I'm not sure what happened to her, and by this time Mrs. Curtis was pregnant with Pony. I'm surprised to this day that they didn't send me to a home, but Mr. and Mrs. Curtis kept me and adopted me a few months later. My last name was even Curtis now as if I was always a part of them. They were my parents, and I didn't even know I was adopted until me and Darry was fighting.

I was eight at the time, and Darry was twelve. "Please, Darry, I didn't mean to!"

Darry looked at me with angry eyes and said, "You can't tell people who your brother likes! It's part of the family code!"

"They said I wasn't really a Curtis! They said I was lying about my last name because I didn't even look like a Curtis! I told them that I was because you wouldn't call me your sister and wouldn't tell me stuff like that if I wasn't!" I was near to tears. I did know why fighting with Darry always made me want to cry. I was supposed to be tough like Darry and Soda. They didn't cry. "I won't do it again!"

Darry stopped looking mad. He sat down on the front porch step, and patted the seat beside him. When I sat down, Darry looked at me. "Mom and Dad told me a secret, but you gotta keep your trap shut, ok?" I nodded my head vigorously glad he had forgiven me and was willing to tell me something so important. Darry always knew all the important secrets. "You were adopted."

"Adopted?" I questioned.

"You had another mom and dad before Mom and Dad. Mom was watched you when your other mom went to work, but one day-"

"Darry, that's enough," Mom butted in. I hadn't heard her come outside with us. I wondered how long she was there. "Why don't you go play with Two-Bit and Steve with Sodapop?"

"Is Darry lying, Mom?" I asked quietly. I hoped he was, but for some reason I knew he wasn't. "He's only foolin' around, right, Momma?" I never got a response, and ran inside to lock myself in my room. I wasn't a Curtis? Everyone said I was Mom's kid. I acted just like her, but heck they also said me and Soda looked alike. I cried. I would never be tuff like Darry and Soda. I wasn't even their sister. I heard Pony's six-year-old's voice ask what was wrong to my parents, but I didn't know whether to keep calling them Mom and Dad now that I knew they weren't really. The thought made me cry harder.

I heard Soda come out of the bathroom that was combined with the room we stayed in. I didn't say anything to him, but he came and took off his shirt. "C'mon, Sis, let's get some sleep."

"I ain't even your sister, Soda," I half sobbed out, but it was muffled by the pillow in my face when I landed face first on the bed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Glory, I didn't want to make you cry, Alice. Mom and Dad told me and Darry to keep it a secret because they didn't want to make you cry either. You're still our little sister, Aly." Soda wrapped an arm around me and said, "Don't let anyone tell you anything 'sides that, ok?" I nodded my head into his nine-year-old chest. "Remember that time they called Dad because I was in a fight?"

"Yeah," I said. I was starting to fall asleep having calmed down some. The tears stopped falling down my cheeks. All I could hear was Soda's quiet voice and my occasional sniffles.

"I punched one of the Socs in my class because he was talking about you not being my sister."

I think he went to tell me more about it, but I was so exhausted from the fight with Darry to finding out that I wasn't always a Curtis, I didn't hear the rest of the story. "Glory, Soda, Dad tanned your hide when y'all got home." I heard myself mumble.

Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died in a car crash last year leaving our only option for Darry to take us in which he did without a second thought giving up his scholarships and dreams of college. He wanted away from all of this. He was practically a Soc himself, but we all made him a greaser.

I heard Ponyboy's light footsteps go into his room which was next to mine and Soda's. He shared a room with Darry, but there were two beds in there instead of one. Me and Soda tend to wake up the neighborhood when we got up as kids, so Mom and Dad put Ponyboy with Darry. No one has took over Mom and Dad's room, and I doubt anyone will. It would be too weird to sleep there knowing they were gone.

I yawned to myself and didn't even bother changing out of my jeans and t-shirt. I didn't cover myself up either. I just laid there until I drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remember is Darry coming in to check on me. "Goodnight, baby girl." I heard him say just like our dad used to.

"Goodnight, Superman." I mumbled with a small smile.

Author's Note: Well this chapter was mainly to tell how Alice Curtis became part of the family. Tell me what y'all thought about it.

P.S. I tend to say y'all a lot because I'm from Alabama, and we have made it a word! Haha! (: