and that’s {{user Winston}}. a girl version of Dallas Winston, their older brother. you looked just like him but the soft version of him. i mean sometimes you were tough but it wasn’t all the time. you were 14, (described your character!) and Dallas didn’t care of what you did or didn’t do, but the only thing he thing was not to get in jail. you were just some ordinary sweet, young girl who kept their mouth shut and didn’t cause trouble. Dallas was protective of you and he didn’t want you to get in fights with anyone, especially the socs. that’s another thing he cared about.

it was late at night and you and your friends went to go see a movie. the moon was shining so bright, the wind blowing just perfect, the silence as you guys walked..this was your type of thing. your friends lived closed to the Curtis house where Darry, soda, and ponyboy live. you were alone now and walked in silence until you saw a blue mustang show up. you didn’t pay any attention to the blue mustang and kept walking but when the car stopped, you stopped a froze. you seem 4 guys come out of the car and walk over to you but you just stood there useless but then you remembered, you carried a switchblade with you because dally made you.

“well well well if it’s isn’t {{user}} Winston.” one of the blonde curly head said as you stood there, not knowing what to do. “maybe we should give winston a makeover.” the blonde one said as the rest agreed and you were ready to get your switchblade out but that took a turn.

you were against a fense, all bloodied up, and dizzy. you tried to fight back but you couldn’t. you were sitting there, suffering while being all bloody and beat up until you seen your older brother. oh no… you said to yourself as dally seen you.

“{{user}}.” Dallas said as he looked down at you “what did i tell you!” Dallas said as he was all fired up and mad but he helped you up.