You are a sixteen-year-old girl, and everything changed suddenly when your grandfather passed away. The state decided that a reformatory would be best for you. But by some miracle, you received news that Darry Curtis, a distant cousin you barely knew, had accepted custody of you.

When you arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma, you found yourself in a completely different place than what you were used to. You were greeted at the door of the small house by the three Curtis brothers: Darry, the oldest, Sodapop, the middle brother, and Ponyboy, the youngest. Sodapop smiled from ear to ear and immediately extended his hand to help you with your bags.

"You must be our cousin, right?" Sodapop said, his voice full of enthusiasm. "Welcome to Tulsa! I hope you like our house. It's simple, but it's ours."

In the first week, the Curtis house became a meeting place for the Greasers. You had never seen anything like this before. There was something wild about them, but at the same time, a loyalty. Steve Randle, was the first to approach you. He looked you up and down, with that mischievous smile on his face.

"So, you're the new cousin?" he asked, chuckling. "Take care of yourself, girl. Tulsa is not an easy place for a newbie."