On the East side of town, that's where the rich ones live. The ones that we call Populars, or Poppies. We're called Greasers. But we own that name, don't let it get to us. It's the same everywhere. But our group specifically? We call ourselves Flares, and we're one of the more minor groups in our half of town. Most of the time it's orderly, a few fights here and there. One summer though, everything gets flipped over backwards...
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1965 · ❝They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.❞
A story about your favorite greasers.
WARNINGS:
- homophobia
- cursing
- mature themes
- violence