Who am I?-a the outsider fic-pt 4-Jumped!

Kittycat Curtis! Are you really asking that? I doubt you can get through class without crying your eyes out, Darry kid about the last part.
So I guess no school, I said.
Well you can always go if you feel up to it, Darry shrugged.
Do I need to answer that? Our parents just died, I said.
FF to the next day
I was getting bored of being in this house. Right now it has such a gloomy atmosphere around it. Today we had to make the obituaries for there parents and also start the funeral plans. To say the least everyone was depressed. The gang hadnt been here. Two-bit probably told them. I needed to get out of the house, so I did. But not before I asked Darry.
Darry, Im going out. I said.
Ok, he said distracted. He probably didnt realize I even said anything, but hey he said ok so I walked out the door. I was walking to the lot when I noticed a red mustang following me. I mentally groaned. I really didnt want to get jumped today. Right now I looked tough enough for a girl in this time with my blue jeans and dark blue t-shirt and my jean jacket I found in my closet. My dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail. I cursed under my breath when the mustang pulled up and 5 Socs came out. While they circled me I said, Hi fellas. I said.
I wouldnt be talking greaser,One said. I held in a laugh. They were wearing checkered shirts. They really didnt look that intimidating with checkered shirts. Unfortunately a laugh escaped my lips.
Whats so funny Grease? another said.
Well, hm, where do I begin. First of all, you are wearing checkered shirts or Madras. I dont care what you call them, but where I come from, your outfits are so, I began but paused because I was about to say they were so 60s clothing but, well since I was kind of in the 60s I couldnt say that.
What were you saying greaseball? one challenged.
Well you would be marked fashion victims, I said quickly. You cant possibly think I can take you seriously, I said.
hey punk you better shut up girly, the 4th said.
Or what? I challenged.
Lets show her, the 1st said as he punched me in the jaw. I fell on my butt. I was going to get up when all of a sudden the others pinned me down.
Oh nice guys you hurt a poor 11 year old. You should be ashamed, I said. I heard one mutter something that sounded like, well shes too young for us. I did an involuntary shiver. I realized what there first intensions to do with me was.
Too bad were not. One said. The guys holding me down were holding both my arms and legs. I also received a few swift kicks to my side.
Wow nice to know how you treat a girl, I muttered sarcastically. He slammed his foot on my stomach. I couldnt breathe for a few seconds.
Shut up Grease or we just might take what you say seriously, one said.
You know you should always take someone seriously. I said as I managed to get one of my legs free to kick the guy who was holding your leg. I also managed to sweep my free leg on the guy who wasnt holding down any of my limbs feet causing him to fall backwards. I always knew having a twin sister who you fight with constantly came in handy, I thought. (for you people who might be confused its her twin sister from our time, not outsiders time) The guy quickly recovered from the shock that an eleven year old just gave him a bloody nose (that also might be broken lol) and a bruise cheek and pinned my leg down. The four people who held me down tightened there grip on me. It hurt and I thought quickly, that is definitely going to leave a mark.
Ow! that hurt you bitch! the guy who I swept to the ground said angrily.
Oh well, I said bored ignoring the pain of my aching body. Next thing I knew the guy flipped out a switchblade. (Im not sure if switchblade is one or two words) I looked at it unable to hide the fear from my face as my whole body got tense. You can kill people with switchblades, I thought
Hey your not really gonna use that on her are you? I mean shes only 11, The one holding my right arm and shoulder asked.
Yea Im going to use it on her. Im not letting a dirty greaser whos too clever for her own good get away with hurting us. She deserves to die, the guy with the switchblade.
If you dont mind, Id like to live, I managed to say through my nervousness.
Too bad, he said as the switchblade got closer to my stomach. The switchblade met my skin and he slowly, making it as painful as possible for me, He cut my stomach from one end to the other. I couldnt help but make a loud wince. It did hurt a lot. Then I heard a person shout, Hey leave her alone! I didnt recognize the voice. It was no one from my gang.
The Socs cursed before they got off of me and ran to there car. I didnt recognize anyone of the five boys that chased the socs to there car. What I did recognize though was the youngest one. The youngest one came over to me along with a person who looked like the older version of him.
Kitty? The youngest one said.
What are you doing here Bobby? I asked him before I passed out.

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OK that's the 4th part