Eventually the class started but the insults did not. I heard my sister Hayley exclaim to her friends that, "It was all my idea to get her soaked". "Yeah but I drove the car", Jenna protested. They fight like this all the time. It gets to the point where I want to take out my switch blade, and watch them as they cower in fear at my terrifying switch. I would only do that to make a point not to kill. Anyways I was trying to concentrate, and just when I think they got it through their thick heads to shut up. A small wad of notebook paper came sailing towards my head, but it missed hitting the floor. I picked it up with my shoe and it read:

You f*kin bitch you should have never been born go kill yourself loser!

Happy birthday from,

Your loving sisters

That's when the tears started to fall, and I ran out right in the middle of class. I had to leave school, but before I could reach the door somebody grabbed my arm I thought it was one of the teachers but then I realized it was Ponyboy. "Cindy, why did you run out like that" Ponyboy asked with a very concerned look in his eyes. I realized I still had the wrinkled wad of notebook paper. Ponyboy apparently noticed because he had his hand out palm up like he was saying hand it over. So I handed it to him, and he read it. Then he saw the tears in my eyes, and he pulled me into a hug.

Then lunch came and we were allowed to leave campus at this time as long as we came back on time. Which we always did or else Darry would skin us. Except for me he would just be mad at me, but not for long if I were to ditch because I am the only girl. The gang treats me like a girl and a guy. Reason being 1. I'm a girl and 2. They bring me to rumbles to fight not to spectate like most girls would. Anyways we stopped by the DX to visit Sodapop and Steve. They are always glad to see us, but once Soda saw my red puffy eyes he looked at me with concern. So I told him what happened with my sister's note that I still had because I could not find a trash can. He read it once then twice and ripped it up and threw it in the trash. He told me, "Anybody who calls you those things whether it be through writing or through the mouth should go to hell".