I’m trapped. You don’t think an almost 16 year old would have so many problems in life, but you will be surprised. To begin with, nobody gives a rat’s ass about me. Not my mom, dad, friends, and especially not my brother. I wanted to do something different this summer. Something fulfilling, not the same old I’ve been doing with my fake friends for the past few summers. You see, being a Socs isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure you got your fancy clothes, cars, and houses but there’s more to it. Hate, anger, judgment, greed, wild parties, fights that get out of hand, parents that aren’t there for you, and to top it all off: greasers. It’s not even the dirty delinquent greasers that you have to watch out for. It’s the ones that love sunsets, movies, books, and all the things you wish you could find in a guy that society would accept but you can’t because there’s simply only one of those kind of guys in the world. His name is Ponyboy Curtis.
West Side Born, East Side Raised- Dallas Winston Fanfiction
26 parts Complete Mature
26 parts
Complete
Mature
She was brought in this world by wealth but wasn't raised by it.
Jane Reed- daughter of two wealthy people. Related by blood. Blood doesn't make a family, trust and loyalty does.
Some Socs are more greaser than they'd care to let on. They get beat for the hell of it, they're neglected because money is the only thing their parents are emotionally available for.
That was the Reed kids, Dave, Danny, and Jane. It shouldn't have been a surprise when the first one went, and it certainly should've have been when Jane left. But alas, society only sees what it wants too, and it wanted to see a bunch of juveniles. Because after all, wealthy people are elegant, have class, have more than decency, and only lowlife's neglect their kids.