Disclamier: Please see previous chapter.

A/N: Thanks so much to all my reviewers Those were some of the best and longest reviews I've ever gotten. They really made my day! I know the name is odd, but I thought it fit. I'm sorry this took a while. I know I said I'm a fast up-dater but I had a lot of trouble with this chapter and (if you checked my profile) I injured my finger so it's hard to type. Sorry. Well anyway, this one was a little difficult but I hope you like it. Please remember to tell me what you think!

Babygirl

"Yep, it's an origianl name, but my dad was an original person..."

Chapter 2: "When You Have No Choices"

Thus, my day begins. After breakfast, we headed outside to our respective cars. My 'mom', Milly, rode with me to school. I say she rode with me because she definitely didn't drive. We had a driver that took us both downtown daily in a pink Cadillac. Meanwhile, the man of the house left earlier and took the other car to his work where he does whatever it is that he does that keeps him so rich. I remember thinking on my first morning here: 'Two cars. We were lucky to have one- and these aren't cheap cars either'! Today the well- learned routine was no different.

I did like the Cadillac because it reminded me of Elvis'. I thought it was so tuff, even though it was pink. I gasped the first time I saw it, itching to tell Soda about my dream car. Even Steve would have agreed if he saw it. I wondered if Milly knew her car was just like Elvis. Probably not because she thought he and the Beatles were sinful heathens. Thank God I had the sense to keep my radio playing low. I loved them both and would get all into it too, dancing and singing all over my room like plain fool.

On the ride there it was pretty quite so I just looked sleepily out the window and thought. That morning I was thinking: 'I don't know why they hired a whole man just to drive us around unless she can't drive. She may not be able to, now that I think about it. I can drive alright and I'm only nine for-crying-out -loud! She doesn't work either. May be she's not too bright. She sure is pretty; real slim and blonde with nice make-up, and I heard Two-bit say something before about prettiest girls not having a lick of sense. Then again, maybe that's just how rich people are; I wouldn't know.'

The school that I go to now is still in Tulsa, but you wouldn't know that from looking at it. It's a red brick building with stained-glass windows attached to the big church I'd seen downtown. It's a Catholic church, which means it's a private Catholic school. What this means to me, the former greaser, is: all Soc students (except orphans), teachers that will smack you with a strap or paddle faster than you can bat an eye, and school uniforms. Most of the Soc's don't accept me because I'm not a real Soc. Most of the orphans don't except me because I'm not a real orphan.

Another thing: uniforms, enough said. 'They are anything but tuff,' I remind myself as we arrive at the school. My braids began swirling in the wind as I stepped out of the car. Milly said to have I good day and I threw her a smile, hoping it was cute. I was actually glad that I had on white tights or my legs would have been cold under my plaid skirt. I rolled my eyes looking at my preppy shoes and clothes. Ducking my head, I ran in like every morning, afraid to be late and mortified of being seen by someone I knew.

The teachers watch me like a hawk. I guess they expect trouble because of my so called "origin". I've never been in trouble at school in my life and rarely at home, but now I have to be extra careful. I've been spanked maybe a couple times at home and even then it wasn't that bad. Once, it was when I was seven I got up and tried to cook mom and dad breakfast in bed. I did but when dad found out I used the stove he almost had a heart attack. One time I 'ran away' because I couldn't have a puppy for Christmas. When mom found me that time in the park I cried all the way home.

In my several weeks here, I've seen a few kids get smacked with rulers, straps, and a couple hit by this one brother with a cane. That old man is grumpier than a hung-over Dallas Winston. It looks real painful. It makes a loud sound and leaves a red welt and occasionally a bruise. Some teachers are satisfied with one good lick, but some pull you out of line, or out of your seat, and whack you half to death. Orphans turn to watch Socs get it, while Socs turn to watch orphans get it. I wonder, if I get whipped does that mean everyone will look, or no one? I don't want to find out. Personally, I cringe whenever I hear that "smack!" sound ring out in classroom or hallway.

Girls and boys are apart for most classes. That's weird to me because I was always surrounded by boys at my house and I was friends with the boys that played little leagues baseball in our neighborhood. Me and my best friend wanted to be one of them so bad that we'd go and watch all the time. We pretended to be commentators, but they teased us for being girls and told us to go away. We just came back to the lot day after day anyway. Dad used to tell me not to EVER give up just because of what anybody said.

One day I caught of foul ball from all the way across the street and they said if we disguised ourselves as boys we could play ball with them. We wore caps and jean pants and plain tees. Our gang played baseball everyday and we got pretty good too! Ever since, it was my dream to become the first girl in the world series. Everyone would joke about it, but I was dead serious.

While I had my mind set on the world series, Emily, my best friend ever, had her mind set of the team's star player: Sam. Sam was so cute it was hard to look at him and impossible not to. Emily called him: the Sodapop of upper-elementary school. Sam was always nice to me about my dream too. There was no doubt that greaser was gonna be a professional baseball player one day. One thing was certain: I hadn't met anyone quite like Sam in this school.

On the other hand, I had met a Nelly. Nelly was an orphan with short brown hair who loved baseball too. She was a tough little one with a dirty mouth like most greasers I knew, but a darn good liar. She could be as bad as anyone but smile all sweet and innocent with big doe eyes saying "yes ma'am" and "No sir" until hell froze over. Somewhat a leader of the orphan's group, I kind of admired Nelly.

Apparently, Nelly decided she kinda liked me too because I was from the rough side of town. I found this out when she lied straight to a teacher about me being late for class. When I asked why she'd lied through her teeth (in church) for me, she answered: "I felt like it. Don't expect it everyday or anything. Not like you never did nothin' for me. I just thought I'd cut you a break. It ain't like you're a Soc or something." Then she stuck out her tongue and sauntered off. Man she was cool.

The only person I had to talk to though was Miles. Miles had a very soc-y name but he was, well, different. Miles was an outcast because he was really smart. Picture the kid that's small for his age, can build anything, and is pouring over some book way to big for someone who is only ten. That's Miles. I know, it's pretty typical, but he is the real deal. He's a complete dork, high socks and glasses included. But Miles thought about things like I did, clouds and music and what not. He was kind of the voice of reason to me at times: "Don't try it. you know you'll get caught." He seemed in another world, until you dropped your books. He knew a lot of good books and would tell me all about them. He didn't mind helping me either, with homework and stuff, like pony used to do. Actually, I think I liked him because a lot of his traits reminded me of my older brother.

Once, I got a bunch of Soc boys picking on him to leave him alone by looking scary like Johnny taught me. He just kinda followed me around after that. I didn't mind. After all, you can't chose your friends when there aren't any choices.

This particular morning in class, things got a little interesting. Sister Connor was explaining something and Nelly had my attention as she threw paper wads at Miles. I did try not laugh at him, but he just looked so funny because he was trying to hide the fact that he was totally immersed in another book hidden inside his text. He kept looking around for the source of the paper ball springing down his shirt. I snorted.

That was very bad idea. At that moment, Nelly threw another one, only this made it look like I did it. Miles wheeled around to scowl at her, which looked like he was scowling at me.

Sister Connor strode -and I mean strode-down the aisle of desks to mine. She looked furious and I quickly tried to think up an explanation. Years of being a greaser told me one thing: never rat out your friends. Thinking fast, I wanted to remember if she was one that just got in a couple good smacks or really beat kids. 'Think, baby, think.' I told myself.

Too late. She yanked me out of my chair, jerked me around by the shoulder, and swung that awful yard stick at my backside. If I thought the backs of my legs and my bottom stung it was nothing compared to me cheeks. My entire face burned with that most awful of emotions for school kids: humiliation. Later when I got 'home' I learned another lesson of the new house: when you get in trouble at school, gets you in the same trouble at home.

Sometimes though, I learned, Dallas Winston is right. Dally once said that sometimes the trouble you get in is worth what you get out of it. Nelly, was impressed that I hadn't ratted her out and the next day she came and sat with me and Miles at lunch. That took guts. I just acted cool though, like we did this all the time. We talked and ate our carrots and complained about stupid stuff. About five minutes before the lunch bell rang, Miles looked up from "Great Expectations.

"Where'd you come from?" he asked in surprise. Nelly and I just cracked up.

So here I am, a greaser, sitting at a table with a orphan and a Soc. In the words of my brother Sodapop: "Who would have thunk it?"

A/N: Well? The ending was hard, but what did you think? Should the chapters be shorter or this length? I'm open to suggestions and ideas for the plot! Thanks for reading and please review!