I put my story Death Do Us Part on hold for awhile because some people found it offensive that there was not enough information. So I will work on that but continue writing other stories. Hope you enjoy this story. Based off of Fifteen by Taylor Swift. There is a twist to it. Or some of you might not see it as a twist but a shock.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for the credit of writing this story.

"Ponyboy, are you up yet?!" Darry asked walking into my room. I immediately put the pillow over my head.

"No." I muffled into the pillow. He snatched it away from me.

"Rise and shine, shine and rise, it's your first day of high school, so open your eyes." He chanted opening the blinds to reveal the brightness of the morning sun.

"ARG!" I yelled and rolled over to shield by eyes but ended up falling right on the hard floor. "Okay I'm up, I'm not happy bout it but I'm up!"

"That's the spirit baby brother, c'mon I made you some eggs." He said.

**********10 minutes later**************

"Hmmmmmmmm…." I was trying to find something to wear. Everything I had was old and boyish. I really need to get some new clothes.

"Soda! Can I borrow one of your shirts?" I yelled at Soda who was in the living room watching Mickey with Two-Bit.

"What for?" He asked.

"Cause' you are soooo stylish darlin." Two-Bit laughed with a fake gay accent.

Soda ignored him. "Yeah, go ahead I guess, none of my DX shirts."

Steve got up and walked into the room. "So baby Curtis, you scared?" He asked playfully.

I frowned at him. "Scared of what?"

"Oh you know, High School, you're a fresh meat…the seniors are going to shove you into lockers, give you swirlies, trip you in the hall way, and –"

"Steve, lay off." Darry demanded.

"I'm just kiddin' with the kid." Steve laughed and walked out. "Plus, you don't have any friends either, it's too damn bad Johnny is going to a different High School."

"He'll make new friends." Soda yawned. "C'mon we gotta get to work."

"I'll drive you." Darry said and got off the sofa. He walked over to me and gave me a man hug. "Behave." He said. Then he, Steve, and Soda walked out the door.

I gulped.

"Ha-ha swirlies…I remember my sophomore year I was giving this kid a –"He stopped when he saw my facial expression. "…..uh…I mean…when I was…oh look chocolate cake, my favorite."

*******At School********

"Oh…my….God." I said to myself as I walked into the biggest building ever. This is a school? Everyone is taller than me. I am pretty tall for my age but these people were freaking towers. Someone bumped into me. I looked up at them. This boy with red curly hair and bright green eyes glared at me. He was spinning a basketball on his finger.

"Watch it, freshman." He warned. Oh great, it's that obvious?

I made my way through the hall or crowded students. Once I found my locker this group of Socs was blocking it.

"Oh, this is just my luck." I thought to myself.

"Ex-xcuse me." I stuttered quietly. No one heard me. I tried lighting pushing me way through when strong hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away.

"Watcha think your doin' grease?" One of the Socs said to me.

"Uh…my locker is right there." I replied.

"Are you getting smart with me Greaser?" He asked stepping forward.

"Huh? No." I said. He then grabbed me by my collar.

"Bob, stop." I heard a voice command.

"Bob" hesitated then released me.

"Just leave the kid alone guys." The one who practically saved me said.

They all glared at me and walked away…except him.

"Hi, I'm Randy." He said holding out his hand.

Question! You know how they say "Watcha" instead of "What are you" and how they said "Doin" instead of "Doing"….when you write it like that do you have to put a ' at the end of it? For example. Doin'. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter.