Since you were seven you realized you were smarter then your own brothers. Your brothers are Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, and Darry Curtis. The whole gang mostly sees you as the most responsible since you were ten. Your currently twelve.

Ponyboy and Darry have been having problems. Ponyboy thinking that Darry doesn’t love him and that Sodapop is his favorite brother. You on the other hand felt the same as Ponyboy, that Darry hated you. Of course Darry did love you both just showed Sodapop more attention

It was the night of the rumble. Darry and the gang went to go fight the Socs. You wanted to come watch but Darry yelled at you and said no. Sodapop and the gang agreed. Ponyboy wanted you to come but he knew arguing was not gonna help.

When they get home, you were doing math homework. They were bruised up, bloody, looked half drunk, tired. They all plop on the couches. Dallas stole some couches for Darry’s birthday so now there was three couches.

The gang all looks at you, as if expecting you to help them get cleaned up or make them food like always. You were in no mood at all to take care of them.