Tulsa 1965 - I lived in a world where you were judged by the amount of oil in your hair. It determined whether you went to University, or could play football, or find any other life for yourself. I was greaser and I always would be. There was; however, one exception to this, a family of three kids who could do anything they wanted. Abbey Lucas had spent her whole youth being the greaser-soc, everyone's best friend. Shawn Lucas went to rumbles and got into trouble, at the same time as being top of his class. And Sydney Lucas ran around with Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle with flowers in her hair and war paint on her face, then she'd meet her rich, soc friends for dinner at 5. They moved back to England four years ago. I didn't imagine I'd ever see them again, but I was wrong. When Sydney Lucas came back to town, I knew one thing for sure; the greaser and soc feud would be changed forever. All rights to original owners* I'd also like to mention it's been like 5 years since I wrote this and I now know what a hippie was. However, I don't care enough to revise this. It shouldn't be an issue for you, though. Lol. PLEASE also try to ignore my 12 y/o self's internalized misogyny!! I'm sorry, girls, we all rock!!