Hello to all my readers out there. I took a chance to write this fanfiction hoping you all would like it. The full summary? I can do that.

FULL SUMMARY: Starts before Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died. A strange girl comes into thier lives, not living with them, but is in thier lives. She has no home or family that she speaks of. She won't accept thier food or shelter. So they sneak it into a bag in thier garbage can so that she will accept it. Slowly she starts to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Curtis, the boys won't go near her though. So what happnes after Mr. and Mrs. Curtis die?

I hope thats a good enough summary. I do intend on keeping my updates promt and on tie. At least once a week or once every two weeks. Depends on my inspiration levels and my work load. So please be patient with me. Please review. and please enjoy

DISTORTED REFLECTIONS

CHAPTER #1

SILENT AGREEMENTS

"Looks like a storm might hit soon." Mrs. Curtis said looking at the clouds gathering outside.

"So?" Darry asked politely.

"You watch over the boys for a little alright? I need to run to the store for a few things before that storm hits." Mrs.Curtis smiled.

After gathering her purse and telling the boys that Darry was in charge for a little while and too behave she left the house. Her husband currently had thier car and was at work. So she just had to walk. It didn't bother her much though. She never minded the excercise. Although her boys thought it unsafe she knew better. She knew there were gangs, and fights between the socs and the greasers. But Mrs.Curtis knew almost everyone in this area, and no one had yet to give her a difficult time.

The walk to the store was fine enough, and she talk to the clerk for a moment before heading out to go back home. As she was passing the store however she heard a small commotion.

"Hey I asked you a question! You gonna answer me!" A boys voice yelled followed by laughter.

She looked over to the side of the store and saw three boys cornering a small girl. She couldn't have been older then her youngest son Ponyboy. Before she could get a better look at her one of the boys backhanded the girl hard.

"You there! You leave her alone before I get the officer from inside the store out here!" Mrs. Curtis yelled.

The boys looked at her a moment then ran off, but not before hitting the girl once more.

"Are you okay?" Mrs.Curtis asked kneeling down in front of the girl.

She just looked at her blankly. No tears in her eyes, or even a look of pain on her face. She was very starnge looking though, but very pretty at the same time. Mrs.Curtis saw the girl was very pale. But she had the strangest shade of blue eyes that she had ever seen. They seemed to be a bright dark shade of blue. Her hair didn't look as though it was a natural shade, but Mrs.Curtis only had to guess and think it wasn't natural. It was a bright dark shade of red. But it seemed to look a little less bright, it looked more damp and dirty, and so did she. It was the same color as the blood trickling down her cheek.

"Dear, are you okay?" Mrs.Curtis asked again.

The girl shifted her gaze and looked at Mrs.Curtis as if just seeing her there.

"Um, whats your name?" Mrs.Curtis tried again.

The girl only continued to look at her. Mrs.Curtis was getting a little unnerved by it.

"Would you like me to walk you home?" Mrs.Curtis asked.

The girl slowly turned her head to look at the sky, the storm would hit at any moment now.

"Are you a mute? I really wouldn't feel right leaving you out here, let me walk you home alright? Just nodd your head okay?" Mrs.Curtis tried.

The girl stood up and slowly walked past Mrs.Curtis just as it started to rain. Her ragged white tank top and equally ragged blue jeans were soaked within seconds. But she kept walking, slowly, without really looking at where she was going. Not knowing what to think of this Mrs.Curtis just got up and quickly began walking home with her coat over her own head. She looked back as she reached the corner and saw that the girl was gone.

"You talked to Crazy Corner!" All the boys yelled in unison as Mrs.Curtis finished telling everyone about what happened, over dinner.

"Who?" Mrs.Curtis asked.

"Crazy Corner. Thats what everyone calls her Ma." Steve said.

"Why would they call her that?" Mrs.Curtis asked.

"Becuase, she's always living in a corner somewhere. And she's crazy, she won't talk, ever." Soda added through a mouth full of potatoes.

"Why does she live in corners?" Mr.Curtis asked.

One of the reasons Mrs.Curtis loved her husband so much was how caring he could be. He hated to hear about kids in bad homes, or in no homes at all. Hence why there were always so many boys over for dinner, sometimes sleeping on the couch if they couldn't go home.

"She's homeless Mr.C. I heard from my friend that her mom ditched her at the corner of a drugstore one day when she was only five, never came back for her. Thats why she's always living on the back corners of stores, she probably thinks her mom will come back someday." Dally said nonchalantly.

"Well thats the worst thing i've ever heard of." Mr. Curtis said.

"Does anyone know her real name?" Mrs.Curtis asked.

"No, she never talks, so shes never told anyone." Soda said.

Dinner continued on as normal after that. The usual talk of school and grades, homelifes, and the occasional pea being thrown across the table in attack. Mr.Curtis relaxed in his chair to read the paper afterwards. He must have fallen asleep becuase the next thing he knew all the boys had gone and Mrs.Curtis was shaking him awake.

"Dear I know your tired, but could you take this out before you come to bed?" Mrs.C asked.

"Sure, sure." Mr.C smiled.

He stepped out onto his porch and breathed in the nighttime air, he loved the middle of the night for one reason, peace and quite. As he made his way to thier garbage can he heard a noise though.

"Strange, it's almost midnight, who'd be out at this hour?" Mr.C asked himself.

He walked all the way to his gate where his garbage can sat and looked over. There was someone going through his next door nieghbors trashcan. He continued to watch to see who the person was. A girl soon emerged from the trashcan, very dirty, and very scrawny. She looked slightly dissappointed as she had come up empty handed. She continued to his can when she suddenly noticed him.

"Oh don't mind me. Just taking out the trash." Mr.C said calmly.

She just stared at him with a blank look through her bright dark blue eyes.

Mr.C knew from looking at her that this was the girl his wife had encountered at the store.

"If you'd like I could get you some of my wife's food. Freash from the fridge. You don't have to go through the garbage." Mr.C smiled.

The girl tilted her head to look at him. Mr.C decided to take a chance. He opened the gate to let her walk in and up the walkway. She just stood there.

"I won't bite. You can stay on the couch if you'd like for tonight. Someone usually does anyways." Mr.C smiled again.

She began to slowly back away.

"Or we can get you a plate of food to eat and you can be on your way." Mr.C said before she could take another step.

She seemed to think about this for a minute. Then slowly she nodded her head. Mr.C knew he'd be able to get her to agree to one of the offers. He just had a way with kids. There was something about him that they knew they could trust. Even the most hopeless looking cases. Dally was proof of that.

She walked next to Mr.C slowly as he led her inside. The whole time talking to her as he heated up a plate of his wife's delicious fried chicken and mashed potaotes.

"Here you go. My wife is famous around here for her cooking. Don't worry, leftovers usually only get eaten for a midnight snack in this house, and it's about midnight now." Mr.C laughed lightly setting the plate down in front of her.

Suprisingly enough she didn't grab the chicken and begin ripping it apart like an animal, She would tear a small strip of chicken off with her fingers and eat it like a normal person would.

"Do you have a name? What am I asking, of coarse you have a name, everyone does." Mr.C smiled.

She just looked at him once more.

"Well don't be embarressed if you think you have a wierd name. Why, I have a son named Sodapop, and another one named Ponyboy." Mr.C smiled.

The girl finished slowly chewing her piece of chicken, then looked calmly at Mr.C and put her hands on her lap. She sat for a moment as if depating wheteror ot to say anything. But Mr.C knew it was becuase she was trying to figure out how to say it.

"Alice." She whispered.

Her voice sounded very soft and far away, almost like it wasn't there. Then again, She never spoke, so not using her voice probably took its toll. Almost as if she might have forgotten how to speak.

"Alice. Thats a very nice name. My names Darry. Everyone usually calls me Mr.C, but you can call me Darry if you'd like." Mr.C smiled.

Alice was chewing slowly on another strip of chicken and nodded her head.

As she finsihed her chicken Mr.C did enough talking for the both of them. He felt that if he stopped talking to her then she might leave. And she didn't seem to be ignoring him either. As a matter of fact she looked as if she were soaking up every word he said. After twenty minutes she'd finsihed her chicken and stood up.

"You can stay here if you'd like. Anytime." Mr.C smiled.

She nodded her head acknowledging that she'd heard him. Then began walking out the door.

"Here, take this alright? It's gonna be alittle cold out tonight. My wife makes an okay soup, but it won't do you any good if you keep getting sick." Mr.C said taking the blanket off the back of the couch and offering it to her.

She began to shake her head but Mr.C put it in her hands.

"Now see here, you have to take it. I like this blanket, and if you don't take it my wife will just throw it out. So just hold onto it for me until it's clear to put it back alright?" Mr.C persisted with the first lie he could think of.

It seemed to do the trick though. Alice bowed her head quickly for a moment then left.

Mr.C knew they'd be seeing more and more of Alice. But he just hoped that they could help her. His heart was big, and he hated to see kids living on the streets with no where to turn, that and he knew kids did not like to live in state homes. Those were awful places to live.

Okay, so how'd you guys like that first chapter? It seemed a little fast to me. ButI got in what I needed to. So, yeah, let me know. Review please. The next update will most likely be later tonight or tomorrow morning.