***A/N: Sorry for the overuse of the adjective 'ghetto' this time there is more adjective diversity. Could I maybe have a change in title, it doesn't really express what I want it to, so I'm open to almost any and all ideas. Thanks a lot. And yeah, lulu, you figured me out. I'm kinda suffering from writer's block with all my other stories so this chap may not be very long, only Lulu's reviews got me to write it, in other words, MORE REVIEWS folks!!!***

Zelda was pummeled awake by her dear and loving sister, Yvonne. "Vonn?!" Zelda nearly shrieked.

Yvonne laughed, "Zee, you've got to go to school y'know."

Zelda rubbed her eyes and stared at the ceiling, "Alright."

"Now kid, I'm driving you to school."

"Oh," Zelda jumped out of her bed and dressed, and put on a baseball cap, the only way to tame her short boyish haircut in the mornings, or whenever she didn't feel like brushing it. Yvonne drove her younger sister to school and then went out looking for things to make their house more homey, neither of the girls knew how long they would be living there.

At school, Zelda was given a schedule and paired up with some shorty who looked to be roughly five and a half feet, if that, and he looked rich. Ugh, how she hated rich kids. "What's your name?" He asked her as he escorted her down the hall like he'd won first prize at the county fair.

"Zelda," she replied with a soft growl, she also hated meaningless conversation.

"I'm Tony," he replied, he could see she didn't want to make conversation, damn Greasers, stuck to their own kind, couldn't they, just for once, go outside the box. Especially this chick, she was great Greaser material, hot, scrappy, and had an attitude, she would fit in great with the rest of the street scum. It was too bad though, she could've had a great time with the guys on a Saturday night.

They got to their class quick where Zelda was quickly intercepted by Steve who gave her a questioning look as he made her sit down next to him. "Who's that?" He asked.

"I dunno, some kid named Tony, office made me go with him, he smells gnarly, like money and alcohol."

"You've got a good nose," Steve laughed.

The Socs eyed this new girl with both interest and contempt, she was good- looking, roughly six feet with short blonde hair hidden under a baseball cap and piercing blue eyes that looked right through you. She was more scrappy than skinny, but a mixture of both from malnourishment and mistreatment. The only problem was she was sitting next to one Steve Randle. Best friend to one Soda Pop Curtis. Brother of the famed Darry Curtis, the ex-Soc who worked to keep his brothers together, who was now a Greaser, attempting to lay hands on her now would prove to be painful and deadly especially just after that fight they had lost to the Greasers.

The day didn't turn out to be so bad, the Socs she could spot almost instantly and Steve was beginning to like Zelda, she had a cool no-shit attitude, good for a Greaser, and he was actually looking forward to working with her. Classes weren't so bad with Steve, but she was really looking forward to work, after school. Zelda headed off to work once the dismissal bell rang, not wanting to be late for her first day. She was about half the way there when she noticed a red Corvair slowly following her, only one type of people owned Corvairs she surmised, Socs. She hurried to work and Steve opened the employee door rather cautiously for her. Steve was acting a whole lot nicer, she thought to herself, maybe somebody else knocked some sense into him.

"What'd you do to piss them off already?" Steve asked with a small sarcastic grin.

"Nothing yet," she replied.

Steve shrugged and threw her one of Soda's jumpsuits, the both of them watching as the Corvair slowly drove past. Soda was soon to follow, he had seen the Corvair. "What was that about?" He asked.

The both of them shrugged and got to work on the latest car. They sent Zelda out at random to fill the gas tanks of the cars that drove through. After work both boys decided it would be safer to walk Zelda home with them, as it seemed very likely she was going to get jumped. Soda made the decision to stop off at his house after they had closed up the shop, the sun already retreating from the sky, leaving orange streaks, and indicating the oncoming darkness.

The night was the worse time to get jumped, it was hard to see, and they knew Zelda was unarmed. When they got to the driveway they noticed an extra truck in the yard and the boys gave each other sideways glances, the only other car that was ever in their yard was Two Bit's, and he didn't own a truck. Zelda however was inspecting the truck with interest, it had a full bed and looked to be black, with a left rear hubcap missing. The boys were watching her intrigued as she devoured every inch of this car, finally, she stopped, stood straight up, looked at her watch and smiled, "A carpenter wouldn't happen to live here would he?"

Steve looked at Soda who looked, flabbergasted, from Steve to Zelda, "How did you know that?"

"So there is a carpenter who lives here?" She asked with increasing interest.

"Yeah, my brother, Darry, he a carpenter."

"Wicked." Zelda said, and leaving the boys thoroughly puzzled walked into the house. After being shaken back to reality, Steve and Soda soon followed. "Hey Vonn?"

Steve and Soda were following Zelda's lead totally in awe at her behavior, how she had just walked into the house. Everyone who walked into their house knew them, and they certainly didn't know this girl.

Zelda took in every inch of the house, it was not unlike her own, and using that to her advantage, she walked into where the living room ought to be and saw and chick talking to a man who was hugely buff, and was a couple years older than the girl. "Vonn?" She addressed the dirty blonde, and was met by a pair of bright blue eyes.

"Zee?" Her sister laughed, "What are you doing here?"

"Long story, but my co-workers invited me to their house, and here you are in it."

Yvonne laughed, "Zelda, this is Darry," he was addressing the man in front of her, "this is the carpenter I was telling you about. Darry, this is my little sister, Zelda."

Darry was extremely muscular, if not good-looking, with clean cut brown hair and blue-green eyes. "Oh," he said with a laugh, "You must be the new girl Soda was telling me about, the one he hired, who punched Steve." He began to laugh uproariously and Yvonne was left to glare at her younger sister. But before she could say anything, Darry spoke up again, "You must have gotten off shift with my brother, where is he?"

"Soda and Steve are out cringing in the hall I think," Zelda said timidly, as nice as Darry seemed he was a bit scary.

"You punched someone already?" Yvonne finally managed, still glaring at Zelda."

"Yeah, he was making fun of me," Zelda replied.

"Well, I congratulate you," Darry said still laughing, "no one's had the guts or the heart to punch him and he was in dire need of a hit as of late."

Zelda cracked a grin and finally Soda and Steve burst onto the scene.

"You're congratulating her?" Steve choked out.

Soon everyone was laughing and the boy Zelda had run into the day before appeared in the hallway. "Oh, hey Pony, did we wake you up?" Darry's voice was fatherly soft.

"Yeah," the dirty blonde said groggily, "What's so funny?"

Soda chipped in, "We're congratulating the new girl on beating up Steve."

"She did not beat me up," Steve interrupted, "It was one lousy punch--"

"But it shut you up for awhile," Darry laughed. He paused, "Hey Pony Boy, this is Yvonne, and her sister Zelda, they're new to town."

Pony cracked a tired grin, "Nice ta meet y'all."

Upon closer inspection, Zelda realized this was the boy she had run into the day before and grinned back.

Pony trekked back down the hall and disappeared into a room. "Who sleeps at six?" Zelda asked.

"Pony," Soda replied sobering quickly, "He's been sleeping all day, right Dare?"

Darry nodded. It was quite obvious that both Yvonne and Zelda were completely clueless to the present situation so it seemed only fair to tell the girls what they were getting themselves into by hanging out with the Curtis'. "Well Yvonne, you're hired for sure, cuz I see you've got your sister to take care of so I can't just deny you the job, so come by here round eight-ish tomorrow morning. Normally Pony's a bit more social but his friend died last week from a freak fire accident, and his funeral was yesterday, so Pony's still trying to recover."

"Oh," said Zelda and she felt bad for what she had said, and she knew why he had been crying when they had run into each other the day before. "How old is he?"

"A freshman," Soda replied, his normal smile returning to his face.

"Hey you heard anything about Dally yet?" Steve asked on a whim.

Again the girls looked confused so it seemed now was the time to explain the whole story to the new girls (***A/N: ie, the contents of the book my story is based upon.***). "For starters," Darry began, "There used to be seven of us, as you can see, our numbers have dwindled. There's us Curtis boys, me, Soda, and Pony; then Steve, Two Bit, Dally-and Johnny." He took a breath before continuing on. "A couple of months ago some Socs jumped Pony and Johnny, they were just little guys you know, and they tried to kill the kids, but Johnny got the better of them and killed one of them. The Socs pressed charges so the two of them ran off and only Dally knew where they were. Then the place they were staying at caught fire with some little kids in it. They managed to save the kids, but the roof fell on Johnny, and Dally ran in to save him. Johnny was burned real bad and died just last week, I guess Dally just crushed without Johnny and tried to kill himself, to his misfortune, the wounds he gained from those cops were treatable, so now he's in jail for a year or so, less for good behavior. Now it's just us, Two Bit and Steve and some unsettled Socs because we beat their ass in that rumble last week."

"Sounds like an interesting life," Yvonne commented, "ours is less interesting, not so many gangs in Maine, just trees, preps, and white trash. We've had our share of fights though, right Zee?" Zelda nodded, she remembered that time her and Vonn had challenged the entire the football team to a fist fight. The guys thought she was serious and therefore insane and declined, but boy did she rub it in their faces. It was because one of the guys had tried to make a move on Vonn and said some things to he team that were not at all true. He didn't come to school afterwards for about a week, Yvonne had cleaned him up all right. That guy had been the laughingstock for over a month until the cheerleading squad had spread some rumors about Zelda and Yvonne and the number of girls eligible to actually cheer began to dwindle. The Murphy sisters had been trash, there was no way not to admit to that, but even trash at the school looked down on them so the two of them had a secret war with the entire school and kicked their ass, nearly getting expelled three times, but the State concluded it was the parents fault and made them move away.

That was how they ended up in Tulsa talking to Greasers that were like them, if not different. Finally Darry and Yvonne decided it was time to turn in for the night, and Steve and Soda made sure there was no Mustang outside before letting Zelda and her sister leave, not that any Soc would dare stalk someone in the Curtis household. But they did know that Socs were stupid, so it could not be helped.

***A/N: Thank you sooooo much MissLKid, without you, where would this story be?! I owe you lots, thank you so much!***