I made my way to Two-bit's car dreading the talk that followed. I knew that they saw were I was sitting at lunch today. They hated the Soc's and don't get me wrong I don't like them to much either I have seen to many greasers getting roughed up by them to like them, but Ryan and his friends were different. They don't have a problem with us greasers. I knew that about Ryan and found out quickly that his friends were the same way as they were so nice to me at lunch today. But I'm not so sure the gang will be as understanding. Especially my brothers. This would be a long day and I still had to think of how to sneak out this weekend to see curly, because if you thing my brothers would let me out the house after what just happened you're crazy. I got to the car and as soon as I got n the conversation that had been going stopped. It was oddly quite on the way home. I mean no one said a word. That just doesn't happen when you have Two-bit in the car. This was worse than getting a lecher, they must be pretty mad. Great this day just keeps getting better and better. As soon as we got home I ran to my room claiming to have homework to do which isn't a lie. I did have homework to do I just wasn't going to do it right now. I just laid down on my bed and thought about everything going on in my life. It was a complete mess. You know it wasn't always this hard. I use to have everything in order. That was only a year ago, but then again that feels like forever ago. Back when mom and dad were alive and I didn't have boy trouble because I didn't pay attention to them. Darry, Soda, and Pony weren't so overprotective. Life was normal or as normal as it could be for a greaser. I hate being a greaser and love it at the same time. I hate that people look down at me because of where I live and who my family and friends are. I hate that I am automatically a menace to society, even though I haven't ever done anything to bad in my life. I hate that Soc's jump us for no reason. I aint ever been jumped but I've seen how the boys have looked after them before and I can tell you that I aint intchin to find out how it feels. I love being a greaser too. I love that us greaser stick up for each other no matter what. If a greaser sees grease getting jumped he will go help him without thinking twice, even if he doesn't really know the guy. We are close us greasers and I love that. I am a greaser and I'm proud of it. Just because I'm a greaser doesn't mean that I have to be trashy. I wear decent clothes, ones we can afford anyways so mind ya they aint to fancy. But I don't wear anything trashy. I also don't wear makeup caked to my face. I do wear some just some eyeliner and mascara and on occasion a little foundation if my skin looks real bad. I also don't wear hair grease it makes my hair look gross and oily. I have brown hair that reaches almost to the middle of my back and it is naturally strait so I don't need to put anything in it. I was in the middle of my thoughts when I was called down for dinner. Wait dinner already? I looked at the clock to see it was six o'clock. I had been up here just thinking for a while. Talk about getting lost in your thoughts. I was scared to go down for dinner knowing that the whole gang probably knew about lunch and wanted an explanation. Well here goes nothing I guess.