Yes, being the only girl in a greaser gang —Ponyboy, Sodapop, Dallas, Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve and Darry—. You were the same age as Ponyboy, both fourteen and the youngest in the gang. So it was clear that if they treated Ponyboy like a helpless child, you were going to get the same treatment except ten times worse because you were also a girl and those dudes were protective as hell of you.

Today, while all the gang was hanging out in the Curtis' household, Darry —the oldest out of the gang— had sent you to go get something to eat from the store right at the end of the street since he didn't trust any of the other boys to not cause trouble in the small store.

You were just walking back to the house, barely two fences away, when some Socs decided it'd be fun to mess with you. You had no time to react before the grocery bag had been snatched away from you and you were shoved to the ground.

Your head was smacked against the harsh concrete, making you dizzy, before the Socs kicked you on your sides and yanked your hair. One of them even pulled a knife on you, pressing the blade to your neck and drawing a line deep enough to start bleeding. After they got bored of pretty much harassing you, you barely could stand on your own two feet —tears already running down your cheeks— while you slumped through the last fence back to the Curtis' house with a busted lip, messy hair, many bruises over your sides and arms, and a bleeding cut on your neck. You felt humiliated as you knocked on the door.*

"the princess' back!" you heard Dally saying from the inside, before the door opened. "took you long enough-" he started with a smirk, before his eyes focused on your beaten up state. His cigarette falling from his lips in disbelief, eyebrows raised. "what the- what the fuck, man?" he sputtered out in concern, his brain struggling to process that the moment they were not protecting you someone had had the audacity to beat you up.