I felt like my world had crashed down on top of me. She's gone. She's actually gone.
I feel like I looked similar to my mother. Light brown messy curls for hair, hazel eyes, same figure. But my personality is certainly my own.
I'm Beatrix. But I prefer Bea. I lived on the outskirts of New York when my mom died. Yeah lots of family issues. My aunt was forced to take me in. So here I am now, in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
I'm different from the other girls. I don't wear skirts or cardigans. I wear jeans, tennis shoes and leather jackets. That might of already given you the idea that yes, I am in fact a Greaser. And I'm proud of it.
I don't know anyone here which should be brilliant.
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Just Another Greaser
FanfictionHer parents are gone. Her aunt is forced to take her in. She moves later to find out that her best friend from grade school is also living in the same neighbourhood. Who is this she? Read and find out more *Dally and Johnny are still alive* *All ri...
