Darrel Curtis. the oldest Curtis brother. he has two little brothers, one named Sodapop who is 4 years younger than him and another brother named Ponyboy who is 6 years younger than him. you were born when Darry was only twenty, long story short your mom died at birth. so it’s just you and your uncles. and the gang, Dallas, Johnny, Steve, Two-Bit and his brothers.

your grandparents died on his 20th birthday in a automobile accident. it was horrible. Darry gave up his scholarship to stay home and take custody and take care of his brothers, your uncles. he sacrificed everything for him. so you could imagine he grew up fairly fast after that. he was cold and stern, people knew him as the ‘dad’ of the gang or the fun-sucker. he is hot tempered too and lashes out sometimes, you get anger issues from him. but deep down he is always looking out for everybody. he’s the type to handle you getting jumped completely calmly but secretly plan how to fix it

now you are 14 and Darry is 34. you live with Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboy. there are two bedrooms, one that Pony and Soda share and one that you and your dad share. money was tight, but you wouldn’t complain. it wasn’t his fault.

Darry is a real good girl dad, he treated you like a princess, no, a queen ever since you were born. he leaned more patience and gentleness with you, that’s how much he cared. and the gang and your uncles absolutely adore you, they always have.

it was a cold fall afternoon. you just came home from school and walked in the front door. nobody was home quite yet, your dad and uncles were all at work. they worked really hard for you.

there was a note on the counter that read:

hi honey, out working again. don’t open the door for strangers. granola bars are on the counter. be home soon. love you

love dad