I was walking around Tulsa, looking to see if there was anything that looked familiar to me. I used to live in Tulsa about twelve years ago, but my parents made me leave when I was five years old, and we moved to Georgia where my parents opened up there own store. But both of my parents were killed a few weeks ago. That is how I ended up here. My parents left me the old house that we used to live in and never sold. I also got enough money to live off of and some things to go in my house. The rest of the things they owned my two older brothers got. They were always getting jailed or getting in big trouble. I hardly ever saw them.
If you are wondering what I look like I have long, straight, blonde hair and blue-green eyes. I am a little taller than average, but not by much. Since I have lived in Georgia, where there really were no Socs or Greasers, I looked kind of different. I wore blue jeans that fit up at the top of my legs but flared out just a little bit towards the bottom. Then for my shirts I had a mixture of, what I guess everyone here would call,Socs and Greaser shirts. Today I had on a light green polo shirt and I also liked to wear tennis shoes. I do have better shoes I just prefer tennis shoes.
I had just passed what used to be the Curtis house but it looked like everyone was gone for the day. They lived about three houses down from my house. I continued my walk. I saw someone who looked familiar.
"My, my, my…" I said sort of loud so the boy who was climbing down the ladder could hear me. It looked like he had just finished roofing a house and was getting ready to go home. He turned and looked at me and smiled.
"Is that little Darry Curtis?" I asked.
He started walking towards me quickly.
He had been working hard it looked like, and he had his shirt off and had been sweating pretty bad. I gave him a hug anyways.
"Is that really you Baby Girl?" he asked looking back at me.
"Baby Girl" was my nickname the Darry, Soda, and Steve called me, along with some other names since everyone thought of me as there little sister , and Darry had made it his child hood duty to look after me and make sure nothing bad ever happened to me.
"Yeah it's me Hero." I said with a smile.
I always called Darry "Hero" because when I first met him when I was about four and he was about eight. I had been outside at school one day playing with my friends when some older soc walked up. All my friends lest but me being my hard headed self stayed , and I said some not so nice things to one of the socs. The next thing I knew was he had pushed me on the ground and was about to punch me, but then Darry walked over and threw him off of me. I also met Soda and Steve that day and to my surprise they were in my same grade. Both of the guys ended up being my childhood boyfriends, you know how little kids are. I also met Pony but he was just a little baby and probably wouldn't recognize me.
"What are you doing here?" Darry asked me as we turned to walk to his house.
"My parents passed away a few weeks ago, and they left me our old house. I finished packing earlier today and I went to the school and enrolled my self. Then I started wandering back from the school, and started looking to see if I could find anything familiar looking. I guess I did" I said laughing.
"I am sorry about your parents. Mine passed away not too long ago also." Darry said and then changed the subject" So what grade are you going into?" he asked forgetting I was the same age as Soda.
"I will be a junior same as Steve and Soda. So how are they?" I asked.
"They are good but you aren't going to see Soda tomorrow at school."
"Why not?" I asked
"He dropped out about a year ago, but Steve will be there… and Two-Bit.
"Two-Bit?" I asked him.
"Yeah I guess you haven't met him. I am pretty sure he will be the only nineteen year old in your class, and he will try to hit on ya because he has a thing for blondes." Darry said laughing.
"I guess I will meet him tomorrow then" I said laughing and we arrived at the Curtis house.
"Do you want to come in?" Darry asked me.
"No thanks, I think I will head home."
"Ok be careful"
"Hey Hero" I said stopping to turn around to look at him, and he turned to look at me. "Don't tell anyone I'm here. I wanna surprise them tomorrow."
He smiled "No problem Baby Girl" and he turned to walk in, and I started home.
I had decided to take the long walk home past the lot. I saw a few greasers I didn't know. One boy with dark brown hair and eyes to match gave me a sly smile. I knew what would happen next. He started following me and caught up to me, and as he behind me he out his hands on my shoulder to make me stop, and he whispered in my ear "Hey Honey what is a pretty girl like you doing wondering around all by yourself?" he asked me.
"I am walking home" I said turning to face him and gave him a playful smile, I know how to handle guys like him.
"Really? I haven't seen you around here before."
"That is because I just moved here."
"Well then I could show you around some"
"No thanks I think I got it" and while I said that I started moving closer to him so there was minimum space between our faces.
"Oh, I insist" he said with a smile surprised to my reaction and then he tried to kiss me. But before he could kiss me I reached up and slapped him across the face.
"You do not mess with me again ok, and if you try to you will be sorry." I said angrily and turned and stormed off to my house leaving him standing there shocked.
"Wow. That is one special girl" he said and turned to walk back to where he was standing before.
