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Chapter 1 - Being a Soc

Growing up as a soc in Tulsa Oklahoma was hard. Most people saw it as a wonderful life though. They all thought money brought you all the happiness in the world. With the fancy cars, big houses, and flashy clothes I could see why they thought this.

You know the term "Money can't buy you happiness"? Well this was completely true. Most people saw through it though.

Behind the curtains of the pretentious houses in the soc territory it was a whole different story, at least in my household.

My parents set high expectations for me, I did so too. They always pick at every last imperfection I hold, trying to raise a "perfect little angel" or whatever you wanna call it.

I always had to put on a fake attitude in front of people, trying not to ruin my family's "perfect" reputation or whatever.

Not to mention they never had any genuine love for me. Every time I'd want to talk or just hang out like a normal family, all they did was shove money in my face and tell me to "go buy yourself something nice", completely ignoring me. I gave up trying to get their attention after awhile, I knew it was no use.

I absolutely hated being a soc. All the high expectations, cocky attitudes, and fake personalities.

I had always admired the north side of town, the greaser's territory. Although I had never really been on that side of the tracks I had always passed by it. Or when I went to the nightly double or school I would see greasers. They always seemed so carefree, although I knew with the conditions they lived in, it wasn't that great of a life. At least that's what I heard.

But I liked how they didn't need to throw on an act, they could be themselves. I also admired the action they got into, it seemed fun. Those are just assumptions though. I'm not completely sure how happy they actually were.

I knew it was rough for them. They lived in small homes that looked like they would fall apart any minute. They had to work hard to just keep their houses and family's. They did their absolute best to take care of themselves.

Besides all those circumstances though they always seemed to have fun. They always seemed to make the most out of their lives, even if they weren't great.

I wanted to have their freedom. They were able to smoke, drink, and go out whenever they desired.

I was always trapped at home, studying, reading, and sitting around doing nothing. I longed for some fun and action.