A/N: Hi guys! I'm so happy for all the support I'm getting for this story. I would like to thank ALittleDifferent88, Nicky J, ForeverEponine, DarkRaid123, ashleywhitener, dani-cutis-16, HoNk HoNk LiFe, BlueRain2014, johnnysletter, Lovelaughlive00, Little Rusty Girl, and sinalina. I thought this would be fun idea to write about but please don't hesitate to give me ideas. So here you go!

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I was slowly dragged out of my sleep by Ponyboy, who was shaking me harshly.

"Kitty, KITTY! Wake up, Kitten!" He continued to shake me.

"Ugh… go away… what time is it?" I asked, still half asleep.

"Kitten, Mrs. Bodkins is coming! The social worker! Get up! Come on, she'll be here in half an hour!"

"Bodkins…? Half an hour?" I repeated still groggy. Then it hit me. "HALF AN HOUR?!" I exclaimed, bolting up. "What the heck?! She's not supposed to be here until four!"

"Well, when she called and told me the time I wrote down nine, but later I read it as four…"

"But… we can't possibly clean the house in half an hour!" What are we going to do? Bodkins takes this whole visit way too seriously, writing down so much as a dirty dish in the sink. It didn't help that she didn't really like us. If she sees how much of a mess this house really is, she'll think Darry isn't taking care of us and then…

"Pony, you go clean. I'll help you guys once I'm dressed."

"Alright." He ran out of my room.

Okay. I opened my dresser. Okay. I wanted something nice, but not too dressy. Alright, I can do that. I started looking through my clothes. Too casual, stained, ripped, too big, too dressy. This is harder than I thought…

I don't have time for this! I decided on a black tank top under a red short sleeved blouse. Instead of buttoning the last two buttons I tied the ends together. I put on dark blue jean capris and black ankle boots.

Then, I brushed my curly blonde hair, pulled it into a ponytail, and tied it with a red ribbon.

I ran down the stairs and saw Darry cleaning the dishes. "What else needs to be cleaned?"

At that moment, Two-Bit walked into the house. "Good morning, Curtis househ-"

"Social worker! LEAVE!" I screamed at him. He feigned a look of hurt before exiting.

I looked back at Darry. "Bedrooms." It was obvious which bedroom needed the most cleaning; Soda and Pony's.

I opened the door and saw books and art supplies throw on the floor to the right of the bed and dirty clothes to the left. There was also writing materials and more clothes on the rest of the floor.

Okay, first I'll take care of the clothes. I went to the laundry room and grabbed the clothes basket. I then proceeded to pick up all the clothes in the messy room. When I opened Soda's closet I practically gagged at the smell. Oh gross! Does Soda ever clean any of these or does he just wait until someone else does? I took all the clothes and dumped them in the laundry room. I really hoped that she didn't look in there because I didn't have time to wash them.

I went back into the room and picked up all the books. I shoved as many of them as I could on the bookshelf, but they didn't all fit so I put the rest under the bed in neat stacks.

Lastly, I gathered all the writing and art stuff and put it on the desk and nightstand.

I looked at the clock, two minutes until 9:00. I had just enough time to make all the beds and shove the stuff in my room under the bed.

I ran back down the stairs and Darry turned to me. "Are the bedrooms clean?"

"Yeah." I said.

"Pony did you–"

"Darry, I think she's here!" I said as I saw a car pull up in front of the house.

I hurried over to the piano and started playing Fur Elise. Mom had been teaching me to play piano ever since I was four years old. I still play it once in awhile because I really want to make her proud. (And it looks very nice to a social worker.)

Pony sat on the couch with his sketchbook, Soda sat next to him to (pretend) read a book, and Darry sat in the armchair reading the paper.

There was a soft knock on the door. Darry put down the paper and opened the door. "Good morning, Mrs. Bodkins." He said with a smile. "Please, come in." He stepped out of the way for her to enter.

I stopped playing and stood up. "I see that your door was unlocked." She wrote something on her clipboard. Dammit, we forgot to lock the door.

"Good morning boys, Kittycat." She said, smiling.

"Hello, Mrs. Bodkins. How are you today?" I said with the same fake smile that my brothers had. But if you aren't a Curtis you wouldn't know it was fake.

"Fine, fine. I'll just take a little look around, if you don't mind." she said.

"Oh, of course we don't mind Mrs. Bodkins." Darry said.

"I do." Pony muttered under his breath, but I still heard him. I elbowed him in the ribs signaling him to shut up.

"Well, at least your living room appears to be in order."

At least? What the heck is that supposed to mean? I felt my right eye start to twitch, which only happens when I'm mad.

She walked over into the kitchen and I was surprised how clean it was. We literally never clean the kitchen unless Mrs. Bodkins is coming over. I was actually pretty gross when you think about it.

"Nice clean kitchen, no dirty dishes." She wrote something on her clipboard. All thanks to Darry.

She walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. The one place on the house we actually clean on a regular basis. I mean, it was the bathroom, if we didn't that would be really… disgusting.

She walked over to the medicine cabinet and glanced at Darry when she saw the two bottles of aspirin and the two bottles of sleeping pills.

"And as I remember Kittycat is the only one taking the sleeping pills, correct?"

"Yes, Mrs. Bodkins." I replied. I had insomnia, and I had needed to take those pills since fourth grade. I couldn't sleep without them. I mean, I would eventually pass out, but it would take until the time I had to wake up. I remember right before I was prescribed the pills I would stay up all night trying to get to sleep and then I would fall asleep in class. Pony also has trouble sleeping, but since he doesn't technically have insomnia he wasn't really allowed to use the prescription pills. Instead he just takes four aspirin every night even though he was only supposed to take two. I was the only one who knew that, and I was just hoping he didn't burn out his stomach lining or something. Anyways, that was also why it was really hard to wake me up in the morning. Once I take those pills I was out in the next few minutes and it was hard to get me up.

Mrs. Bodkins wrote something on her clipboard and walked out of the bathroom. She headed towards the last room on the ground floor, Soda and Pony's room.

She opened the door and I heard them both release a soft sigh of relief once they saw the clean room. I didn't blame them, their room was a mess.

"Well, that seems clean enough." Enough? I worked my butt off cleaning this room. *twitch*

"Kittycat, is your eye okay?" She asked, looking at my twitching eye.

"Yes, I'm fine." I said with a smile. *twitch twitch* Dammit.

She closed the door and headed up the stairs. First, she took a quick look in Mom and Dad's room before walking down the hall. Mom and Dad's room was always clean because I dust in there every weekend. We usually stay out of that room, but when any of us do go in there we were really careful not to make a mess.

She opened the door to Darry's room and said: "Good." Somehow, Darry always keeps his room completely clean at all times.

Lastly, she opened the door to my room. Please don't look under the bed, please don't look under the bed. She took a small look around then shut the door.

Well, I think we passed. Question time!

She turned to look at us. "Well, the house looks well kept and neat." She looked at Ponyboy and I. "How are you two doing in school?"

"A honor roll!" I replied.

"An occasional B." Pony said truthfully.

"And do you like living with your brothers?"

"Definitely." Pony said.

"And you Kittycat? How do you like living with your brothers?"

"I love it!" I exclaimed.

"Well then, I think it's about time for me to leave. I'll see you next month." She escorted herself out.

As soon as she was out of the door we all let out a sigh.

"That went better than expected." Darry said.

"Yeah." Pony agreed.

"I'm hungry! Who wants cake?" Soda asked grinning.

"I do!" I exclaimed running toward the kitchen.

A/N: I gave you a clue on what Kittycat looks like, I hope you caught it (Look when she's dressing.) Stay Gold fellow readers and writers!