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mean greasers

Darry stared at me with a smile on his face, "okay you ready?"

I stood up, "I think so."

I guess it's natural for big brother turned gaurdian to cry on their kid brother's first day of school. But that usually happens when the kid is five.

I'm fourteen and until today, I was homeschooled. I know what you're thinking, "home-schooled kids are freaks."

Or that we're really religious or something.

"And on the third day, God created the Remington bolt action rifle so that man could right the dinosaurs. And the Socs."

But my family's totally normal. Except for the fact that Darry was a research zoologist and we've spent the last 12 years in Africa.

I had a great life, but then my brother got offered tenure at Tulsa University. So it was goodbye Africa and hello high school.

"Well I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us. He just moved here all the way from Africa. Ponyboy Curtis?"

Mr. Syme smiled, "welcome," he said to the horse at the back of the class.

The horse gave Mr. Syme a weird look, "I'm from Michigan." He neighed.

Mr. Syme gave a thumbs up, "great."

"Ponyboy Curits, Ponyboy Curtis? Where are you Ponyboy?"

I raised my hand, "it's just Pony."

Mr. Jerry Wood smiled, "my apologies. I have a nephew named Curly, and I know how mad he gets when I call him Curly Fry." His smile turned into a frown, "almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that my sister named him Curly."

Mr. Syme smiled, "well, uh welcome, Ponyboy, and thank you Mr. Wood."

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"Is that your natural hair color?"

I smiled, I was proud of my tuff Auburn hair, "yeah,"

The guy said, "it's gorgeous," then he then pulled a piece of my hair and yanked it towards his own head, "see this is the color I want."

The boy with brown hair with complicated swirls laughed, "Two-Bit, you already have red hair."

Two-Bit smiled, "oh yeah," he said.

The boy smiled, "this is Two-Bit. He's almost too gay to function."

I laughed nervously, "nice to meet you."

A boy in fancy clothing walked past the boy, "nice wig, Steve. What's it made out of?"

Steve scowled, "your mom's chest hair!" He turned to look at me. "I'm Steve."

"Hi, I'm Pony," I looked down at my schedule, "do you guys know where Room G14 is?"

Two-Bit took my schedule, "Health, Tuesday/Thursday, room G14." He read.

Steve smirked, "I think that's in the back building."

Two-Bit smiled, "oh, yeah, that's in the back building."

Steve nodded, "yeah, we'll take you there."

While we were walking Two-Bit read my schedule.

"Health. Spanish. You're taking 12th grade calculus?"

"Yeah, I like math."

"Eww, why?"

I shrugged, "because it's the same in every country."

Two-Bit's jaw dropped, "that's beautiful. This boy is deep." He pointed at me.

"Where's the back building?" I asked, slowly.

Steve looked up at me, "it burned down in 1965."

"Won't we get in some sort of trouble for this?"

Steve frowned, "why would we get you into trouble? We're you're friends."

I know it's wrong to skip class, but Steve said we were friends. And I was in no position to pass up friends. I guess I'll never know what I missed on that first day of health class.

"Don't have sex. Because you will get pregnant and die. Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up, just don't do it. Promise? Alright, now everyone take some rubbers."

"In the name of all that is holy, would you look at Sodapop Curtis' gym clothes?" Two-Bit said.

"Of course all The Plastics are in the same gym class."

"Who are The Plastics?"

"They're teen royalty. If Tulsa High was US Weekly they'd always be on the cover."

Steve pointed to a skinny boy with a fine drawn face and wheat colored hair, "that one there, that's Sodapop Curtis. He's one of the dumbest boys you'll ever meet."

"And that little one? That's Johnny Cade." Steve said, referring to a small boy with giant ass eyes and a crop top jean jacket.

Two-Bit smirked as he got hit in the head with a dodgeball, "he's totally rich because his dad invented Hair Grease."

Steve sighed, "Johnny Cade knows everybody's business. He knows everything about everyone."

Two-Bit leaned in closer to me, "that's why his eyes are so big, it's full of secrets," he whispered.

"And evil takes a human form in Dallas Winston. Now don't be fooled,  because he may seem like your typical selfish, back stabbing slut faced ho bag, but he is so much more than that."

"He's the top Greaser. The star. Those other two are just his little workers."

"Dallas Winston. How do I even begin to explain Dallas Winston?"

Dallas Winston is Flawless.

He has two six inch switchblades and a six foot long record.

I hear his lips are insured for ten thousand dollars.

I hear he does car commercials. In Japan!

His favorite movie is The Karate Kid.

One time, he met Tim Shepard on a plane. And he told him he was tuff!

One time, he punched me in the face. It was awesome.