Not another Greaser Girl

Chapter 1- My life sucks

"-But I was there. Here, I'll even show you my notes." I opened my notebook to yesterday's math homework and held it up for the vice-principal to see. "See, there's yesterday's date." I said while pointing to the top corner of the paper.

"Thank-you Miss Curtis, you may go back to class now."

I sighed, relieved that he believed me. I was real scared when I was called to the office. I know I shouldn't have been worried since I never did anything that would get me in trouble, I never would.

I was sent to the office because my math teacher marked me absent, so the principal thought I skipped. I didn't skip, I would never skip. My teacher marked me absent because she didn't notice me there. None ever notices me. Why would they? I mean I'm not exactly someone who would stand out in a crowd. I have straight and long, light-brown, almost red hair that I always tide back in a high ponytail and hazel eyes. I have a small, oval shaped, pale face that looks just so plain. It doesn't help that I'm only 5 feet at fifteen. I'm not even developed yet. I have like no boobs, no hips, and like no butt.

You would think that because of my plain looks, I would have this amazing personality to make up for it but I don't. I'm a pretty boring person. I'm a greaser girl and I don't even act like one. It seems like everyone has something their good at or know for but me. Like my little brother, Ponyboy is extremely smart, he even skipped a grade in grade school, and he gets all straight A's, well I only get straight B's. My oldest brother, Darry is real good at football and is really strong. I can't even last one second playing a sport and I can't even lift a bag of flour by myself. Then there's my older brother, Sodapop, who the whole world loves and can understand everybody. Soda attracts girls like honey draws flies. I don't understand anyone and guys probably run away from me instead.

Even the guys in my brothers' gang all have something their good at or know for. Like Two-bit Matthews is the funniest guy I know. Steve Randle knows cars upside down and backwards. Johnny Cade is real brave, my brother's seen him take a beating from his old man and never shed a tear once. Then there's Dallas Winston who could take anything because he was tough as nails. I'm not funny at all, I don't know anything about cars, I cry from a paper cut and tough is the last word to describe me.

I went back to my History class. I had no friends in my class. The only class I had a friend in was my Art class. So my day is extremely boring. After History I had English then Math. I was so happy when it was lunch time. I rushed out of my Math class so fast that I practically knocked someone over. "Hey, watch it, greaser." A bitter voice, threaten, I looked up and it was a Soc who I ran into. "Great way to get noticed, Elizabeth." I said to myself. I muttered a quick "Sorry" and race upstairs.

"Elizabeth Curtis! Where have you been?!" I turned around to find my best and only friend, Lily Rivers, leaning against the locker beside mine.

I smirked. "Well, hello to you too, Lily."

She giggled. "Sorry Liz, I just couldn't find ya anywhere. Come on, let's go, I'm starving!" She said pulling me away from my locker.

"Whoa , calm down, Lil, I gotta close my locker still." I laughed.

Lily let out a big dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes.

I put my books in my locker and closed my locker door. I turned around to find Lily leaning against the lockers beside me, with her eyes closed and pretending she was snoring. I laughed and gently smacked her arm. "Stop being so dramatic Lil."

"Ow! Oh my god! I think my arm's gonna fall off now!"

I laughed. "Come on, you silly Lily, let's go eat." I grabbed her arm and we headed to the cafeteria.

Lily and I have been best friends since elementary school. Lily is a middle classer and like me, she is really quiet and shy. She's real loud around me though. Lily can be real dramatic at times. I keep telling her she should be an actress, she'd be good at it but she hates the idea of performing in front of an audience. Lily looks a lot like me except she has dirty blond hair that went to her shoulders and blue-gray eyes.

After lunch I walked with Lily to our Art class. I loved art. Lily didn't really like it, she just took it so we could have a class together. We had to use water colour paints today. It was fun sitting there, painting while you're talking to your best friend. When I finished I showed my picture to Lily. "Oh my god! That's so good! You're like amazing at this class." I rolled my eyes; she was probably just trying to be nice.

"Sure" I answered sarcastically. I got up and handed it into the teacher.

"Elizabeth, this is really good. All your pictures are. You have talent."

"Thank you." I answered just to be polite because I didn't actually believe her, I'm not good at anything.

For the rest of the class, I helped Lily finish her painting because she was having trouble with it.

When the class was over, I said bye to Lily and went in the parking lot to meet my brother and his friends. Steve was there with Johnny, and Two-bit. We had to wait for Ponyboy. When Ponyboy finally came out, we all got in the car and Steve drove us all to mine and Pony's house. Everyone talked about a fight that happened at lunch the whole way to my house. Of course I didn't hear about it until now, I'm always out of the loop with gossip. I didn't say anything throughout the ride, I'm always quiet. I got even quieter after my mom and dad died.

When we got home Dally was already there watching TV. Ponyboy, Steve, Two-bit and Johnny went to watch TV with him. I put my books in my room, then went it the kitchen to call Lily. I sat at the table and talked to Lily for half an hour. While I was on the phone, Soda came in and started imitating me on the phone in a high pitched girlie voice. I laughed at him and waved him away. He turned around and started fixing dinner. When I got off the phone he said "Hey Lizzie."

"Hey Sodapop"

"How was school?"

"Fine"

I got up and started heading to my room to do homework.

"Anything exciting happen?"

I replied with the same answer I replied with everyday "Nope."

I went in my room and closed the door. I leaned my back against the closed door and sighed. Nothing exciting ever happens to me.