curtis sister

chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I changed the ages of some of the characters so these are their ages in my story:
morgan/mc: 14
pony: 15
soda: 16
darry: 20
steve: 17
two-bit: 18
dally: 19
johnny: 16

This story includes drinking, cussing, smoking, eating disorder, sh, sexual assault (not rape), and mention of pills meaning medicine. I will put disclaimers before each story but almost all will have the first three.

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•____MY EYES DART in a frantic speed as they glance around the store. I've been here for almost an hour, waiting for a snobby soc to show up who's just a bit too careless with her jewels. I finally see my chance when two girls walk in the store flaunting an endless amount of gold jewelry and head pieces that are so fancy I couldn't even name them.

A blonde with a fancy bracelet on her wrist that looks intriguing to snag prances around the room giggling with her friend. As the store clerk disappears to the back to fetch some limited edition handbag, I realize this is my chance. Maybe even my only chance. I make my move.

"Hey, can I help you girls?" I ask in my sweetest voice. I flash a crooked smile that earns me a glare in return.

They look me up and down, their eyes scanning and speculating. Shit, they might figure out that I'm not their 'kind'.

After a long pause, the blonde breaks into a soft smile. The kind that doesn't reach her eyes fully but is still genuine. "That'd be great. What're your best sellers?"

"Our bracelets are great. Over here," I say, gesturing and lead them to a table filled with all kinds a jewelry.

The blonde tugs her bracket off her hand and places it on the table. She and her friend rummage through the different colors and sizes of the bracelets. The two hold up and study the gems in the light, their blue eyes narrowing.

My hand hovers over her bracelet. Her friend points out something on the other side of the counter. They walk to the other side of the table, momentarily forgetting me and my new present. My hand touches the expensive metal.

I could get a lot with this. I grasp the bracelet and make a beeline for the door.

"Um, excuse me?" I spin. The blonde and her friend are staring at me. Shit. Did they see me? "Where are your hats?"

I sigh a short breath of relief before recovering. "Uh, over there." I point to the corner and they retreat back. I back into the door, keeping my eyes glued to them until I can push it open. I start to scramble down the sidewalk, my feet carrying me quicker than ever.

That was way too close.

I don't stop. I never stop after lifting something nice. I keep running until my house comes into view. What time is it? It must be past four. Darry will be pissed. Whatever. Screw him.

I swing the door open, making sure not to bag it against the wall. I inch further into the room, glancing at the living room. No sight of any of my brothers.

"You're late." Not Darry, but Soda. The boy raises his brows expectantly as he hovers in the doorway to the kitchen.

"I got held up." I huff and walk to the kitchen to search the fridge. "Is Darry home yet?"

"Not yet. You lucked out. " Soda's eyes go to my hand, still clasped around the bracelet I stole. "What's that?"

I stick my tongue out at him. "Nothing. Just part of our rent," I mutter.

He raises his eyebrows, his gaze narrowing. "Morgan." His voice is stern and again and a pretty good impression of Darry's when he's bad at me. "Who'd you steal from this time? And what did you steal?"