This whole thing started when I was adopted by Randy Marsh's family, when I was fourteen. That automatically made me a soc. I was happy I had a family, but that all changed when I turned fifteen. It changed all because my 'brother's' friend's.
When I was fifteen, it was the worst part of my life. I don't call my 'family' my 'family' anymore, especially my brother. I turned quiet and shy, I used to be outgoing. They ruined me, they abused me physically and emotionally. It was mainly physical harm that ruined me. I couldn't handle it anymore, so I ran away.
Now, I'm on the streets and can't go to school anymore because they will take me back to them. Right now I'm looking around for food. I have enough money and clothes to survive for a couple months. I'm meeting up with Ash and Victory at a gas station, because Ash and I were socs but we changed into greasers. I see Ash coming toward me.
"Hey, Ash." I said. "Hey ghost, how's it going?". They don't know that I'm on the street's. Should I tell them? I'll tell them at the gas station. "Hellooo?"she said. "Huh? Oh, I'm doing good just thinking." I said. My thoughts are jumbled, probably because I'm hungry. We walked in silence.
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The New Greaser
FanfictionI'm Nichole White, I'm sixteen and my birthday is August,5. I have long brown hair and bright blue-green eyes. I usually wear my worn-out gray Vans, ripped skinny jeans and a t-shirt. I also wear my favorite red flannel or my lucky hoodie. My family...
