I want you to Imagine something. Imagine a 14 year old girl running from her life, when it was just beginning. That 14 year old girl was me. Yep I 'ran' from New Jersey all the way down to the hard south to Tulsa, Oklahoma it was really risky but I made it alive, and got my respect.

"Houston you got Drive-in six!" My boss Debby yelled at me, from inside the Dingo. Rolling my eyes I put out my cigarette before lacing up my roller blades and taking the food to the car. Being 17 and working at the Dingo isn't what I expected. i mean it isn't much but it will help me pay the bills for a shithole I call home. To sum the about me up I am 17 year old Italian/African American from New Jersey.

Once I rolled over to the the car my fake smile, that was part of the stupid uniform turned into a look of disgrace. Just my luck a car full of Socials or Socs all together they are just some stuck up SOCS. "Alright 3 burgers and 3 chocolate milkshakes with extra whip cream and cherries" I said in native Jersey accent trying to ignore the fact they were Socs. "Well lookie what we have here boys little ." The driver I know as Randy Adderson said. "Did you get my decaf coke right?" He asked in a mocking voice. He is really lucky my boss is watching me because if she wasn't he would have his precious decaf coke down his pants at this point. "Your total is $3.50" I growled choosing to ignore my thoughts considering I already have two strikes against my name. I watched him take out his wallet while the other guys in the car was trying to get a peek under my skirt, I rolled my eyes when I saw all the cash in Randy's wallet. "Alright Houston here is the money, and a little extra for the show" He handed me the money eyeing my revealing uniform. I snatched the cash away from him not even bothering giving him change back, Shoot he doesn't it. I walked back into the Dingo clocking out and hanging up my apron. I grabbed my leather jacket putting I lit up a cancer stick beginning my long walk home.


Everyday after work I stop by the Curtis' house. The Curtis' house is like second shelter to me. Well me and the Gang. The Curtis house belongs to the three Curtis brothers. The Oldest being Darrell or Darry as we call him. Poor guy had to grow up early to take care of his brothers all by himself when their parents died in a auto-wreck. Well he isn't complete by himself. The middle brother, Sodapop, yes that's his real name, pitches in to help with the bills since he works full time DX gas station. I swear he gets payed extra just for his looks. He is one heck of a doll.

My walk from the Dingo to the Curtis' house is usually a peaceful walk through town. Except today I happen to run into the youngest Ponyboy Curtis, again his real name, outside the movie getting yelled at yet another call full of Socs. I jogged up a little to catch up with him, causing the Socs to run away. We arrived in our side of town and to no surprise the car full of Socs were still behind us. At this point they are really starting to piss me off. The rich snobs pulled the little red wagon to the front, and surrounded me and Ponyboy signaling trouble. "Hey its our lucky day two greasers for the price of one." The one I'm assuming is the leader said in a way to cocky tone. "Grab them." Before I knew it I was being grabbed from behind by two guys, struggling I watched as the rest of them jump Ponyboy even more against their grip.

A good minute passed before the rest of our gang showed up to the rescue, causing the two guys to let me go granting me access to a big rock. Chucking it towards their expensive red car. "That felt good." I said watching the rock go through a window. "Good arm" A voice said behind me. I turned seeing the no good Dallas Winston lighting a cigarette. "Its not good unless you hit someone with it" I replied fixing my jacket before walking towards the Curtis house. Dallas , or Dally, was my male counterpart meaning we couldn't stand being in the same room with each other for more than hour unless you want your house destroyed in under six minutes. "Well than your throw was terrible" He snickered walking past me to check on Ponyboy. I wish the rock would've hit him upside the head instead, no regrets.

Dusting off my leather jacket, I lit up another cigarette to keep me from punching somebody, somebody meaning Dallas, in the face. I was startled out of my relaxing trance by another member of gang, Two-bit, asking if I was okay. "Yea, my arms are sore" I stretched my arms out making them pop. "Those Socs didn't try anything did they?" He asked in a worry, yet concerned voice. Leave it to Two-bit to be the worry rat of the group, he may be the clown out of all of us but at the end of the day he is the most worried. "Nah even if they did I would have ended up burning them if you catch my drift." I smirked causing him to chuckle before we walked over to the rest of the group, joining in on their conversation. "I'm walkin' over to the Nightly Double tomorrow night" Dally yawned "Anybody want to come and hunt some action?"
Steve, the biggest Stronzo in our group, shooked his head "Nah me and Soda are picking up Evie and Sandy for a game" I honestly didn't like Steve. I don't know what it was he just didn't rub me the right way. Dally nodded and looked at the rest of us "What about you guys?" Ponyboy shrugged "Me and Johnny'll come." Answering for him and Johnny both. Johnny Cade was the runt of the whole group. He wasn't always like that, poor guy had gotten jump by a group of Socs a few months back causing Johnny to go into even more of scared of his own shadow stage. He already gets abused enough at home by his drunken parents, the kid just cant catch a break. " Tomorrows my day off from the Dingo, that is if I don't get called in, if I don't I will walk and come find ya" I said taking a long puff of my cigarette , Lord knows I needed it.

After everyone got each others plans for tomorrow, we all disbanded heading off to wherever we wanted. Of course for me I headed to my tiny apartment not to far from the Curtis' house. When I arrived I did my nightly routine, which consists of showering, changing into a big t-shirt, and eating and drinking a beer in front of the TV until it goes off. Relaxing isn't? Of course the only thing that was on was Gilligan's Island and I didn't mind that. When the TV finally turned off for the night I put my empty beer bottle in the sink to clean later and retreated to my bed for the night, having no idea of whats gonna happen tomorrow.

After months of nervous I finally posted the first chapter...please tell me what you think, go ahead and criticize me I need it to help me improve THANKS!