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Abgeschlossene Geschichte, Zuerst veröffentlicht Mai 07, 2016
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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.
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Elizabeth Carter was what the Socs liked to call a fall from grace. One minute she was one of them-country clubs, school dances, the right clothes, the right attitude-born into a family that never seemed to lose. Then her parents' marriage cracked right down the middle. Her mother had been sleeping with her boss for months before the papers were even filed. By the time the ink was dry she'd married up, sitting pretty at the top of the West Side social ladder with a brand-new house and a brand-new "perfect" husband. Elizabeth didn't fit the picture anymore. So she packed her things and moved in with her dad, straight across the tracks to the East Side-where the lawns were smaller, the nights were louder, and nobody pretended anything was spotless. The minute her foot touched Greaser territory, every Soc she used to laugh with and drink Cokes beside turned their backs like she was contagious. A disgrace. A traitor. A reminder that any of them could fall just as hard. But if the West Side spat her out, the Greasers didn't. They saw her. Not the name, not the scandal-just her. And for the first time, Elizabeth Carter wasn't a princess in someone else's kingdom. She was one of them.