Hello, my name is Arcadia Curtis.

I would say most of you probably know me as Cadie.

But then I'd be thinking too highly of myself.

Because most of you probably don't know me at all.

I will, however, say that most of you know my brothers, Sodapop, Darry, and Ponyboy. They're pretty popular in our neck of the woods. (Or hoods)

Yup, our father was inventive.

But only after Dar was born.

Me and Soda are twins, but we look nothing alike.

Lemme give you a visual:

Soda: Really great features, golden locks, beautiful eyes, charming personality, plenty of dates on Saturday nights.

Me (Arcadia, for some of you nitwits that forgot my name already): Brown hair to my waist (it is shiny and nice, but nowhere near Soda's); same features, like the nose and lips; Large, clear gray eyes; the kind of personality that would work on a guy, but just doesn't fit on a girl; and absolutely no dates on Saturday nights.

I'll leave it up to you to tell the difference.

Anyway, I'm sixteen, and to me, family is everything. Family is the only thing that keeps us greasers tied together. We stand as one, or crumble as many. That's just how it works.

Darry and I are pretty much tied at the hip. Darry is to me what Soda is to Pony. It's just a fact. All of these statements are facts (Except for the parts where I voice my opinion).

Two-Bit is my brother, my protector, and pretty much my best friend. Sure, he gets drunk, sure he gets high, but he never does it when I'm around, no one in the gang does, and I appreciate that. I'm pretty straight-edge.

Johnny is the cutest little kid. He may be sixteen like me, but he is the gang pet. He ties every one of us together. And he'll grow up to be one handsome guy for one lucky girl.

Soda is Soda. He's my twin; can I help but be best friends with him? I love him, and siblings will be siblings, so sometimes we have fights. But whatever, he's Soda, you can't help but stop fighting when you see his cwute wittle face.

Pony is the one who comes to me for advice about girls. And I am dead serious about that. And I'm pretty much his guardian. You mess with Pony, you are messing with me. But most people don't mess with Pony. Eh, whatever.

Steve doesn't like me much, as far as I can tell. We pretty much share Soda, so he's peeved at me for taking up his best buddy's time. But hey, I can live with that. Soda's MY twin, after all.

And the final member, Dallas Winston. What I would give to castrate him. I call him Dallas because it gets on his nerves and makes him angry with me. This makes him either A) leave me alone or B) pester me longer and harder than usual with all of those innuendos about how he "wants me" and "how good I would be". And he doesn't do that to other relatives of anyone else either, so, yea, he's a bit touched. Darry would probably smash him to smithereens if he heard all the stuff that Dallas calls me behind his back.

Let's just say I don't feel comfortable listing them here.

Which is why I hate him.

Which is why he annoys me so much.

Or, that's why I think he annoys me so much. You can never be sure with Dallas.

Anyway, that's my relationship with everybody. Yeah, that's about it.

But don't worry, my story's coming.

And will it come.

Hello, it's me again. I got some great critiscim on how to make this story better, so this is the child of that. ...Wow, I sound old... AUGH!!!!
Anyway, here it is again.
Love,
ShadowOfTheDayDecode