SUMMARY: The Curtis brothers have a sister. What happens when she falls into the hands of a Soc, who turns her life around?

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: I only own Mandy Curtis

Only You...

I wokeup and it was still pitch black out. Living with three boys was tough, and I needed a lot of time in the mornings. After waiting for five minutes, I got up off my bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I brushed my hair and teeth real quich before I got into the shower.

When I got out, Darry, my oldest brother, was already up in the kitchen. I went back into my room and pulled out my black mini shirt and my Tulsa High sweatshirt then placed them on my bed. Then I put on my robe and sat down on my cahir in front of my mirror. My makeup was spread across my desk. Grabbing my pink eyshadow and green mascera, I took a look at myself.

First, I took a look at my hair. It was straight and very boring. It fell an inch below my shoulders. Red and dark gold highlights were all over my blonde hair. I hate my hair straight, so I usually curl it or braid it so it's wavy. Sometimes I leave it straight, and then I curl two small sections on both sides, and pit it up with two of the barettes Ponyboy gave me last year.

Then there's my eyes. They are a real deep dark blue with a goldish tint. The color I love, I just hat my eyebrows. When I was five, I ran into a mailbox. I had to get fifty stiches, 25 on my eyebrow and 25 on the eyelid.

I could see the cloch through the mirror and it was already 6:49. So I really had to hurry up. I put on my pich blusher and my lipgloss and headed to the bathroom. I blewdry my hair andthen curled it. After debating for ten minutes (well that's what Soda said when he was complaining), I decided to spray my bangs to the side. Leaving the bathroom, I recieved a dirty look from Sodapop. Going back to my bedroom, I got dressed and packed my bag.

I went downstairs to eat some breakfast. Not wanting, chocolate cake or eggs, I pulled out some blueberries from the refrigerator. Darry was cracking the eggs and muttering something about the oven not working. 'Oh well. Too bad for you guys. Serves you right having chocolate cake for breakfast.' I knew that I wanted to be out of there when Ponyboy and Sodapop came downstairs so I ate and left in a hurry.

Last year, when I was fourteen, a group of my friends and me performed a dance at our Talent Show. The teachers really liked it I guess, because they asked us to perform again for assemballies and such. One of my friends, Julie, is a middle-classer, and her mom paid for us five girls to go to a dance school twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, for private lessons. Since we all had Study Hall first period, we were able to take the first half of practice before school, and the other half after.

So I walked over to Jennifer's house, who lived three houses down, so then Julie's mom would take us to the accadamy. My other friends, Annie and Teri, would be there also.

A lot of people thought Jen and I were sisters. Her hair is almost like mine except she doesn't have red highlights. Her eyes are green though. But our facial features are the same.

When Julie's mom picked us up, I was in the back with Annie and Jen. We were laughing at anything and evrything. Teri said we must be on crack. We don't get a long as well as everyone else. The accadamey is on the Soc side of town so is our high school, so we walk to school.

"Thank you Mrs. Moshe," we said in unison as we got out of the car. We walked down the halls to the locker room. We all had pink pants with two white stripes on either side and a white tanktop. I locked up my things and went into the gym to stretch.

We did some push-ups, sit-ups, jog, and a hamstring stretch before going into the room our instuctor was in. We were there practicing our new routine for fortyfive minutes. I was sweating when we left. We changed back into out normal clothes, but left out other dance things here, beacause we come back here after school for fifty minutes.