Jade Sheldon was born into a Soc family. She hates being a soc, she's really just a greaser who lives on the westside of town. She prefers to spend her time on the Eastside though. She smokes, carries weapons, steals, and does all the natural Grease...
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Sexual content Verbal abuse Bullying Guns knives sexual assult
Jade's POV: Pic of her above👆🏼👆🏼
"Get out! I don't want a disgrace to be here when I have my business meeting. Go sleep at one of those greasers houses for the night, or something." My father spat as I rolled my eyes.
I stand from my previous sitting position on my bed and walk to my dresser and pull out some clothes to put on. I grab black jeans with rips at the knees, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. I grab a pair of white running shoes and change out of my pj's
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I put on dark, matte black lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner. I have a busted lip and bruise on my cheek because my brother, Bob's, friends don't know how to leave me the hell alone.
I put my heater in my waistband along with my switchblade and cigarettes in my back pocket. I brush my hair out before leaving the house. It's currently 6pm and I decide to go to the small park on the Eastside.
I get in my red t-bird and drive to the greaser part of town, the Eastside. When I arrive at the park I make my way to the monkey bars and just sit on the top.
Now, let me introduce myself. I'm Jade Sheldon. Blond hair, brown eyes, slightly tan, 5'4. Y'know, the usual. I was born into a Soc family but as you heard before, I'm a disgrace. A greaser.
I hate dresses, I smoke, I steal, I carry weapons everywhere, I dropped out of school, I get bullied by soc's. All of it, except my family has money.
Don't get me wrong, I have a reason for being like I am. Hell, everyone does. I didn't just drop out of school for no reason, or disrespect my dad for no reason, or rob people, or anything.
It's all because I have a baby sister who's in the hospital, fighting brain cancer. Yeah, my dad has money. And if he were a decent human being, he'd help her. But she's not his daughter. She's the result of an affair my mother had.
Then my mother left. So now, I'm the only one who really gives a shit about the 8 year old little girl. I go to the hospital to visit her everyday and do everything ai can to get money to help her.
But, due to all of my felony's and my known reputation, no one on either side of Tulsa will give me a job. And I'm not about to get a job 2 hours away when I can rob dumb soc's.
I snap out of my little trance to the sound of glass breaking and see some fucking Soc's screwing up my car.
I jump off the monkey bars and walk up to my car as the Soc's run back to their precious mustang. I get in to see if the t-bird is still drivable and, just my luck, it's not.
I take a deep breath before walking over to anywhere my feet take me. I end up at the drive in, tonights the nightly double. I sit behind 3 other greaser boys and pull out a cigarette and look for my lighter.
