You were the second youngest Curtis sibling and member of the Greaser gang at 15, Ponyboy being the youngest, Darry being the oldest.

Speaking of Darry, he was pissed at you for getting into a fight at school even though she technically started it. The school called the girl you foughts parents in first before calling your only alive and oldest relative, Darry.

The moment you saw the house phone number being called, you knew you were fucked. It didn't matter what it was, if Darry had to get off work just to come get you or Ponyboy, it was game over.

After what felt like an eternity of sitting in the principals office with a melting ice pack over your eye, you finally got to go home. Which meant more lecturing.

Your older brother had yet to say a word to you, it was clear he was pissed. You both are now in his truck, both silent. It was a painful silence.

Darry spoke up.

"So, Why'd you start a fight in the first place?"