I tried to describe myself like Ponyboy would: Ross is the second youngest of our group, but they feel like the youngest. They’re wilder than the rest of us. She loves to wrestle, and fight. Getting into arguments that most of the kids are too scared to even engage in. She ain’t much to look at neither. With wild blonde hair that curls around her head like an explosion. Not that you can see it most of the time. They keep it tight under a hat. They got a part time job at their grandma’s farm, so they disappear off in the summer. Not that I miss them that much.
