Chapter 1: Walking by themselves

•>"Do I look like him?"<•~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked down the sidewalk holding an empty Coca-Cola bottle in one hand and a switchblade in my back pocket. It was a warm night, about 70°F. I was heading back to the Curtis house after seeing a movie at the drive-in. I usually go by myself, even though my brother, the infamous Dallas Winston, wanted me to take someone along for safety.

I've grown up with my brother my whole life. I had a mom and a dad, but they were deadbeats anyway. I don't remember much from my childhood, but I do remember Dally always being there for me. He would take me away from our parents and put me in the care of one of his friends. It was for my safety. Eventually, Dally took me away permanently. He brought me here to Tulsa, and now we live in a bar. It's not the best place to live, but it works for us.

The warm wind blew through my blonde hair. I looked just like Dally—blue, ice-cold eyes, blond hair, and high cheekbones. While I may resemble him, I certainly don't act like him. He hates everything except for me, cigarettes, beer, and our friend Johnny. In contrast, I like everything and everyone (except for the Socs), and nothing can change my mind about that.

Anyways I was walking down the street when I heard a rumbling of a car. Social rich kid pricks. I've had this happen multiple times before, but it still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. It scares me. I didn't want to do anything like get my knife out till I knew what was going to happen. I could hear the car trailing behind me. That's when I knew what was going to happen.

The car pulled up next to me and five Soc's got out. One I immediately recognized as David the Soc. Everyone on this side of the tracks knew who he was. "What's a Greaser girl doing walking by themselves?" His face grew into an evil smirk. I stayed silent hoping for them to get bored and leave. They stepped closer and I put my hand in my back pocket. They took another small step closer, surrounding me.

I took the knife out and held it to my side not yet opening it. One of them took the knife out from my hand and threw it to the side. Great.

Bob moved more closing the distance between us closing. I only had the coke bottle in my shaking hand. Without thinking I banged it on the ground shattering it. I held it by the neck and held it straight out. He was surprised with me, shoot I was proud of myself. He back up slowly I kept creeping forward until he was up against his car. "Go." I said with my shaky voice. They slowly got in their car and left.

As soon as I saw the car turn the corner. I sank on to the floor and picked up the glass while sobbing. I'm such a pussy. When I almost get jumped I cry. When someone yells at me I cry. When I don't make a point in basketball I cry. If I lose a basketball game I cry. I hate being a baby. But I can't help it.

I picked up all the glass holding it in my shirt, then I walked over to the trash can and put it in. I picked my knife up, wiped my eyes and continued walking.