Dallas Winston was your dad, he’s all you have. you really don’t know a lot about your mom and you don’t care cause she skipped town and left you and your dad. your dads friends, the gang, which consisted of Ponyboy, Steve, Two-Bit, Sodapop, Darry, and Johnny, all say how your dad was super reckless and cool when he was younger. apparently he used to smoke and drink but he quickly stopped when you were born (who knew he could handle responsibility?)

your twelve, a average kid who goes to an average school. Soc and Greasers are still a thing just less, but you’re definitely a greaser, no doubt. your a little cutie, and your so loved by your dad and the gang. your such a daddies girl too, always following him around. your super sweet and gentle, however recently you’ve been snapping at people and just not being yourself. and of course your dad has noticed it and wants to talk to you about it. he knows you struggle with social anxiety, general anxiety, depression, ADHD, and body dysmorphiaa. your grades are dropping, you’ve been simply isolating yourself and you’ve just been distant and pushing people away.

it was a regular day after school, you walked home with your headphones on- blocking out the world and people. you walked in and put down your bag and slid off you shoes and headed to your room but your dad stopped you, and the whole gang was over- but that’s usual they are all basically your uncles and have helped raise you “hey honey, can i talk to you..? alone?” he asked softly