"Something's are meant to be!"
"Pony, keep singin' and I doubt you'll wanna see where that gets ya..." I slurred.
It was too early to be awake, nevertheless to listen to your greaser boyfriend do an obviously well-rehearsed Elvis impersonation. Although, considering what things used to be like, I'd take 'Can't Help Falling In Love' any day...
And...speaking of what things used to be like, that's where our story begins...
{Three Months Earlier}
'Oh let me be...your teddy bear!' I hummed as I strolled down Main Street in my faded jeans and worn out leather. It was was a warm, late August afternoon, and the sunset cast a beautiful glow across my city's cracked and worn roads.
My name's Kathlee; I'm 14 years old, and have grown up, born and raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I'm not quite sure on what else I should tell you, other than the fact that I, am a greaser.
By that, I mean that my family isn't the richest, and we don't get everything handed to us on a silver platter (Like The Socs), but since that's the way things are, people feel like they gotta separate me and all the other greasers from the rest of society. Other than the fact that I'm a greaser, I'm different than most girls 'my kind'.
I mean yeah, I wear skinny faded Levi's, an old, rundown leather bomber jacket and stale and teared runners, but I'm different. I'm books over boys. Sunsets and moonlight over makeup and couture.
And let me tell you, it sure as hell doesn't do any good bein' like that.
Example A...
"Hey grease!"
My train of thought was interrupted as I spun around on my heels, in search of the voice.
"You heard me, shake tramp." The Soc yelled out, as he and his friends neared closer.
Not again, I thought; my bruises had hardly healed at all since last time I was jumped.
"Please..." I whimpered, "Not again."
"What was that?" The tallest Soc inquired.
"I can't handle any more of what you did last time...Soc."
"Well in that case, it won't be like last time...you oiled up excuse for a train wreck..." I started to feel a tinge of relief until he took a step closer.
"It'll be much worse."
I'm gonna die, I thought.
This is it.
The end of my life, and on my way to buy another pack of cigarettes no less.
"Alright grease girl," he sneered, flipping out his blade, "how do you want it?"
I remained silent as I felt a few hot tears brim over my eyes.
"How about...like..." he raised his switch, and before I knew it, had cut open my jacket and a gaping vertical tear in my tee where my rib cage ended in the middle of my torso, "this."
"No!" I pleaded, "No! Help, someone please. Anyone, help, please!"
He had backed me into a concrete wall, and his friends were barricading me in.
"Anyone...please...help me..."
Before I knew it, one of the leaders' men had widened the hole in my plain white shirt, and slugged me so hard, I was out like a light.
Believe it or not, this was the best day of my life.
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