A/N: I first uploaded this when I was in 7th grade so the first 4 chapters kind of suck (in my opinion) so you have my permission to skip them. :) Anyways, welcome to The Trouble with Brothers. There are a lot of Curtis sister stories out there, but I thought I would try my own. Enjoy!

I looked up at the large brick building that towered in front of me. Tenth grade, huh? Just the thought of being in high school scared me. I think it would scare any 13 year old.

You see, I skipped second and fifth grade, making me two years younger than everyone else. That made me a little nervous. I was only five feet five inches which wasn't especially short, but it wasn't very tall, especially for high school. I was also pretty skinny which meant I was pretty light and, as Two-Bit said, fragile. I mean grade school was fine and junior high was alright but… I just didn't have a good feeling about high school. Maybe it was just my nerves getting to me. I really hoped everything will work out fine.

"You coming, Cat?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Ponyboy's voice.

"Oh… yeah, just thinking…" I mumbled. Pony just shrugged and headed into the building.

"Hey! Wait up!" I ran to catch up with him. The last thing I wanted to do was get separated from my brother in this big building.

Ponyboy may be a year older than me, but he was one of my best and closest friends. (Yeah… I need to get out more.) We were really close, even for siblings. I was just as close to him as I was to Sodapop, which is saying a lot because it's impossible not to love Soda.

Oh gosh, I really needed to start paying attention to where I was walking. I was blindly following my brother and almost ran into him when he stopped to talk to Johnny.

"Hey, Johnnycakes." Pony greeted.

"Do you have homeroom 135 also?" I asked.

"Yeah." Was all he said, typical Johnny.

The three of us walked into the room. On the chalkboard was written: Seats will be assigned at the start of class.

Oh great, assigned seats.

The bell rang loudly right above where we were standing. Johnny jumped and I stifled a laugh.

A short fat woman rushed in and told everyone where to sit. It was arranged alphabetically by last name, which means my seat was between Johnny and Pony. Who knew we would be the only ones with "C" last names?

"Okay, class, my name is Ms. Blursowski." the teacher said. She had an annoyingly high voice that sounded like she was talking out of her nose. "Now, before we proceed I want all of you to stand and say your FULL, REAL, first AND last name.

And that's when most of my hope flew out the window.

After what seemed like a year of people saying their names Johnny sat down after saying his name and looked over at me with a slightly worried expression, something he had often. I stood up and clearly said "Kittycat Curtis". I heard some laughter from some Socs.

As I was about to sit down Ms. Blursowski said with a look of annoyance "Miss. Curtis, please tell the class your REAL name."

I felt my ears burn red as I quietly said: "That is my real name."

"Excuse me, Miss. Could you please speak up?"

I felt myself grow redder as I said louder "That is my real name, Ms." She raised her eyebrows and seemed to shake her head to herself, but let me sit down.

"Ponyboy Curtis" Pony said.

"Is that also your real name Mr. Curtis?"

"Yes, Ms." Pony said, also growing red.

When he sat down he gave me a shrug. "What does she know?"

After what seemed like an eternity of people saying their names, the teacher said: "I will now hand out your history textbooks."

Ugh, I hate history! So far, high school sucks.

-x-x-

Next up, Science, room 305.

I split away from Pony and Johnny and went up the stairs to science.

I stepped into a big room with a lot of long tables in it. There were posters on the wall that had a lot of sciency stuff I didn't understand on them.

I looked around the room and I didn't recognize anybody, except for a few acquaintances from junior high. I took a seat at an empty table and almost immediately after I sat down some Socs sat right behind me.

"Hey Conner, look at the nice broad in front of us." One of the Socs said obviously intending for me to hear. "Hey, dollface, what's your name?"

People often mistook me for being older than I actually was. Mom once told me that people used to think the same of her when she was my age. I missed Mom.

I shook my head and took a breath. Just ignore them, they're just trying to annoy you, just pretend that they're not there.

"Don't worry John, I know her name… it's litterbox."

I let out a frustrated sigh and turned around. "Don't call me, Litterbox, Soc."

"Aw, poor baby! What're you going to do about it greaser?" The other Soc said.

"Don't call me greaser either, you white trash."

We were glaring daggers at each other when the bell rang and the teacher walked into the class from a door in the back.

"Please take your seats class."

I turned back toward the front. I had been called a lot of things but, litterbox? That's just childish. Childish, but oddly very hurtful.

"Today we will be doing something quite interesting to start off the school year… dissecting cow eyeballs!"

-x-x-

Ugh, this is so gross! Finally, I'm done! I need to wash my hands.

I showed the teacher I was done before walking to the sink in the back of the room. As soon as I washed my hands, I started back to my seat. One of the Socs sitting behind me (Conner, I think?) stood up with his tray and started walking toward the sink.

Suddenly, he tripped (or more accurately, pretended to trip) and threw his whole tray on my shirt. The gray-brown liquid from the eyeball left a huge mark on my once clean white shirt.

The tray fell on the ground with a large noise and everyone turned to stare at me. "Oh, I'm so sorry." I glared at him. As if that was an accident. He smirked. "But, not like you could smell worse anyway, huh?"

Could this day get much worse?

-x-x-

I met with Pony for advanced algebra on the second floor.

"Hey, Cat. What happened to your shirt?"

"To make a long story short: cow eyeball."

"How did-?"

"Socs."

Pony gave a small nod while mentally cursing the Socs.

Math was uneventful and I was glad I could finally relax a little. People say I'm crazy, but, I liked math. Mostly because there was no guessing in it, there is always a definite right answer. In my life almost nothing is consistent… except for math.

-x-x-

After math, Ponyboy, Johnny, and I walked over to the DX for lunch.

When we got there I hopped on the counter and rung the bell like crazy. "Sodapop Curtis!" I called.

Soda came out of the back room, wiping his dirty hands on a rag. He smiled when he saw us. "Lunchtime all ready?"

"Yep!" I said with a smile. I was so glad to see Soda, with all the crap that had already happened today, I didn't want to think about school for as long as possible. Well, at least I could not think about it during lunch.

"Do you have our lunch?" I asked. I was in charge of making lunches for everyone because I was the best cook, besides Darry. Mom taught me everything she knew. Today I had left me and Pony's lunch with Soda.

"Of course! Lemme go get 'em." He went into the back room and came back with the three paper bags that contained our lunches. Then we sat down and started eating.

"Here Johnnycakes." I handed Johnny half of my sandwich and Pony did the same. He mumbled an embarrassed thanks.

"So how has your first day been so far?" Soda asked, flashing his movie star grin.

"Pretty good, I got homeroom with Johnny and Cat, second with Two-Bit, and math with Cat." Pony said while eating.

"What about you, Kitten?" Soda said after I stayed silent.

"Well…" I said, trying to figure out a way to put his without making Sodapop worry. "it was alright, I mean, nothing really important happened…"

I looked at Soda and I knew that he could tell I was lying. I also knew he could tell I could tell that he could tell I was lying. I also knew he would leave it until later to ask me. I swear our family can read each other like an open book.

Once we were finished eating, we had to head back to school, I would be fine, what else could possibly happen?

-x-x-

Next up, Health. This shouldn't be too bad, I mean, that's just learning about fitness and stuff, right?

I walked into the room and the first person I saw was Curly Shepard. Well, at least I know someone in this class.

"Well, if it isn't Catnip." Curly said smirking. Curly Shepard was the only person in the world who was allowed to call me 'Catnip'. Mostly because he insisted on calling me nothing but 'Catnip'. It used to really get on my nerves, but I've gotten used to it. I mean, I had a TON of nicknames. No one actually called me by my full name. (Except Darry, when he was mad.)

"Hey, Curls. Did you get held back last year?"

"Yeah, failed Math and Science. Speaking of Science, you smell like cow eyeball."

"I know."

Right as the bell rang Two-Bit walked in and sat on the other side of me. Two-Bit leaned over my desk and talked to Curly. "At least this is a fun class." They both smirked.

I wasn't quite sure what that meant and I was about to ask him when the teacher stood up from his desk. "Hello class and welcome to Health, or as some of you call it, sex ed."

I heard Curly and Two-Bit snicker. Dammit, of all the classes to have with these two. I really hoped this class would go fast.

-x-x-

English next, I wasn't even going to bother getting my hopes up.

Of course, I didn't know anyone there but this time I sat as far away from the majority of the Socs as I could. I was not going to make that mistake again.

All in all, English wasn't that bad actually. We were given a book for required reading and just went over the curriculum for the year. I sat at a table with some friendly middle class people and the teacher was decent.

Ponyboy and I have always loved English for the reading and writing. Pony would really make a great writer one day. He could even tell a story better than Mom and Dad could. Ah, Mom and Dad…

-x-x-

Before I knew it English was over and it was elective hour. I had been waiting all day for elective because I convinced Angela to sign up for Choir with me. We had had to audition last spring and we both got into Varsity Choir.

Angela and I were definitely going to be best friends forever. That sounded cheesy as all hell, but I thought it was true. I mean, maybe she does wear too much makeup and a little too revealing clothes, but she was the coolest person I know. Besides, I was the only girl who doesn't dress like that on East Side. It also helped that we were both female greasers and we lived close to each other.

"Hi, Angie!" I called as soon as I spotted her in the choir room.

"Kitty! You had better be right about this class."

"I know, I know. It'll be fun trust me!"

Angela and I are what you would call natural singers. Neither of us had ever had official lessons, but we were good at it and had spent many a night annoying our respective gangs half to death with it. However, singing was more of a Socy thing, so we didn't always get an opportunity to do it, unless you call singing with your older brothers an opportunity. Angela was worried there would be a lot of Socs in the class, which was kind of obvious.

But actually we weren't bothered by any Socs. For the first time in the whole day I forgot about all the stuff that happened and thought that maybe high school wouldn't be so bad.

-x-x-

I was waiting for Ponyboy in front of the school and I was actually kind of looking forward to this whole high school thing. Who knows this could even turn out gre-

"Hey, greaser!" A strong hand pushed me and I fell down the cement stairs. I skidded hard at the bottom and scraped both my knees and my right forearm.

I take it back. I HATE high school!

A/N: So what did you think? Did you love it? Hate it? Each chapter will have a different storyline unless it is labeled otherwise. Please review and stay Gold!