I was neither Greaser nor Soc as I wasn't quite poor enough to really be considered a Greaser though I was much more a Greaser than anything as I fit in more with them than anyone else, feeling more safe with them than my own family as they have done nothing to make me feel like I could ever be safe with them.

I was also not rich enough to be labeled a Soc though not like I actually wanted to be one as Socs were nothing but arrogant snobs that always thought they were better than you for having more money and would rather live life as a Greaser even though my cruel and hateful parents loved to pretend that they were more rich than they actually were.

I also didn't fit in with my family of five older football playing brothers and a spoiled older cheerleading sister that basically ignore me and always make me feel like an outsider in my own family as they have never appreciated me for who I truly was and I never understood what I had done to make my own family not even care or want anything to do with me.

I was never girl enough for my mother as my older sister was, like she had wanted me to be as I was always more tomboy than anything and have ignored my existence for half my life, basically having to raise myself, and I wasn't tomboy enough for my father as I was supposed to have been born a boy, not some useless girl that was good for nothing.

It always made me feel ashamed of myself for having been born a girl though my father has no problem spoiling my older sister and loving her as his daughter, but saw me as nothing more than just worthless baggage that he wanted to be rid of, hating me from the moment I was born and it didn't matter what I did or how hard I tried to make them proud, I was never going to be good enough for my family.

My parents have always took pride in having five famous football playing sons that everyone seems to love, maybe sometimes a little too much though they also didn't know my older brothers like I did and my parents seemed to care much more about my brothers playing football than they actually cared for them, but it was more than they ever cared for me.

They despised me for having been born and why I was always called the black sheep of the family as I was never one to let someone walk all over them, and never have a problem with calling someone out on something when I thought they were doing something wrong and they cared more about their sons and oldest daughter than they did their youngest daughter that they have always treated as their personal maid.

I was basically treated as a slave or a personal servant by my family, when I wasn't getting beat and have come to terms that my family treats me like trash who have basically starved me and just hope I will die, having even had my older sister spit in my face once, while my parents had laughed at my expense.

Though I know Greasers do have it bad, I wonder if they are mistreated and starved for days without food as I am, but I knew better than to cry about it as crying would only give my father another reason to hit me.

I know that I should love my family as they are the only family I have even though they treat me like trash, but I just hate them for what they have done to me over the years and I have tried my hardest to just get them to love me just once in my life, but it doesn't matter what I do, they have never accepted me when that was all that I ever really wanted.

I even dressed more as a boy than the girl that I am as I was desperate for my father to accept me as his daughter or to tell me that he loved me just once in my life, but that was nothing more than a fantasy that was never going to come true and that I was just unlovable to all those around me, realizing that I will never be family to them.

It isn't even just my parents that treat me bad, my siblings are just as bad towards me if not worse than my parents, making me practically wish that I was never born, sometimes just wanting to die, but always too scared to ever attempt that goal.

I was always on the verge of breaking down and know that I was not going to be able to survive another eight years with this family that I want nothing to do with; with my brother's loving to take turns beating on me when they feel the need to entertain themselves and my sister is so spoiled and loves to just spit in my face, making me feel worthless and that there was no one that will ever love me in the world.

I was lingering around the Greaser side of town, hungry and malnourished as my parents hardly ever allowed me to eat and even when I was earned the luxury to eat, I was never allowed to eat with the family in the dining room or giving the same luxuries that my siblings took for granted.

I was only ever allowed to be given some stale bread and a lump of moldy cheese if they were being generous which I have come accustomed to, and why I look as if I was six instead of an almost nine year old girl, wandering around, hoping to find some food as I haven't been fed for at least three days and just wanted something to eat.

I walked by a gas station that was filled with teenage customers and could see one teenage Greaser pumping gas for rude Socs, while the other Greaser was under a hood of some car and recognized him as the Greaser that got in a fight with one my brothers a few months ago and broke my brothers nose.

That caused me to take an immediate liking to him just because he managed to take down my brother and not many can take down my brothers and would feel safe with him if my brothers were to come after me with him nearby, especially since he won the fight with my brother.

I felt slightly bad about stealing from them as it is obvious that they had to work hard for what they have unlike my brothers who get everything handed to them, but I was just so hungry and my parents just don't feed me enough and refuse to feed me for another couple more days as they like to wait as long as possible without feeding me, but enough that it supposedly isn't considered abuse or neglect.

I slid by a group of teenagers that were hanging out and was small enough to not be noticed and they seemed to too busy for anyone to notice me anyway or even care that I had snuck by and into the store which was also filled with a few people so no one noticed me when I discretely placed a few items and a bottle of pop into my pocket and slowly started heading towards the door.

I was just about to walk out and find a park somewhere to eat my only meal for the next few days, when I felt someone grab my shoulder and panicking, I swung around and punching him in the gut and running out which automatically caused attention to me as I felt someone coming after me, but too scared to look up to see who was chasing me as everyone looked up when I ran past them.

I could hear someone say, "Stop that kid, he didn't pay for it," believing me to be a boy as they couldn't see my hair as I had my hood up and could feel more of those guys that I had passed by on the way in, running after me.

I knew that there was no way that I could outrun three teenage guys and it didn't take long for one of them to grab me from behind, causing me to start screaming, hoping someone would hear though I doubt that anyone would come to my rescue.

"Kid, you are in for a world of hurt, I outta beat it out of you, boy for trying to take from a Greaser," the mean looking brown haired boy said, shaking me and still not realizing I was a girl, but my Dad makes it seem like being a girl is a bad thing so I always dress more as a boy so I can't really blame them for thinking I was one.

I probably also looked like a Greaser too with my second hand clothes which was all my parents will ever get me, seeing me as nothing but a live in servant and not their daughter, even making me sleep on a old dirty mattress in the cold attic with only a thin blanket to keep warm.

I don't know what came over me, thinking I could just get away with stealing from a bunch of Greasers and just burst into tears as I didn't want to steal, I was just so hungry and could take it anymore as I felt the one shaking me, tighten his grip, "Stop crying, you ain't a girl," he said though that is exactly what I was.

"Dallas, back off. They can't be much older than six or seven and your scaring them, the kid just looks hungry," I heard someone speak up and looked up to see the Greaser that beat my brother to the ground though that didn't mean I wasn't scared of them.

I watched as the one name Dallas shoved me away as my hood slipped off my head, and hearing gasps around me as my light blonde hair fell out of my hood, "Looks like it's a girl, Dal. What's wrong, couldn't tell the difference," I heard another joke as the one named Dallas gave me a nasty glare that made me feel very threatened.

"Fuck off. Not my fault the brat looked like a boy, but what are we going to do with her. She needs to learn not to steal from Greasers" he snared at the boy who teased him while still giving these dark looks and I just wanted to be anywhere but here right now, even being at home sounded like a better option and that wasn't saying much.

I got scared when he said that but nothing that they could do to me could ever be worse than what my supposed parents do to me, "Dallas, back off! I know you don't like kids but she is a little girl and it looks like she is just hungry," the one I recognized as the Greaser who beat up my brother said to him as he turned his eyes softly to me.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart? Was that why you were stealing," he asked me in a more gentle tone, not at all like the angry tone he used with his friend, Dallas as I nodded my head at him, too frightened to speak as I wasn't sure I could trust him.

I heard one of the other guys laugh at him, "Look at that, Steve being nice to a little girl! Who would have thought. Well, see ya'll later. Bye kid," he said, taking off down the street, farther downtown as I shivered in fear as I felt someone touch my shoulder and jumped back in fear of what they were going to do to me.

"Soda easy, not so fast. She's scared. It's alright, sweetheart, we're not mad you stole, but I'm sure we can find you something better than that to eat. Would you like something to eat," I heard Steve say, as he offered me his hand and was intending to take it when I saw Dallas giving me looks that scared me and moved away.

I watched him frown and look at Dallas, "Knock it off, will ya Dal, your only scaring her more when I am trying to get her to come back with us. Your just mad that she got one over you. It's ok, I won't him let hurt here," he said, letting me take his hand as he took my stolen items from me and lead me back to the gas station, not realizing how far I ran as I stayed close to his side, scared of the others with us and what they would do to me.

I still didn't really trust them, what if they were just being nice so that they could get me alone somewhere and hurt me, because my brothers will sometimes be real nice to me and then get some friends together to hurt and taunt me about why they would ever care for me, I was nothing to him.

I stayed close to Steve, wondering if he could take the rest of them down if the others wanted to hurt me and I only ever trusted one other person and that was my best friend, Piper who was technically a Greaser, living on the edge of the east side of Tulsa but lived slightly better than most, just narrowly missing being middle class.

In some ways, she had more money than me though that has more to do with the fact that her parents actually gave a crap about her, having two parents and an older brother and sister that she idolized, something I never will have a chance at having, wishing I could just get myself a new family so I will never have to see mine ever again.

I felt Steve grab my hand as we crossed the road, remembering how Piper told me that her mom makes her take her hand when she crosses the road so she doesn't run off on her and get hurt, and it was comforting but odd as no one has ever done that to me before.

I wish he could be my older brother instead of always having to endure pain from the brothers I am forced to call them and sister that sees me as threat and enjoys just watching me suffer, laughing at my expense.

Why did I have to be born with a family that doesn't love or care about me, I have never done anything to him for the way that I was treated and my parents have never given me an ounce of love in my whole life, saying that I didn't deserve to be born, and there are days that I wish that I would not wake up the next day, with the only person caring being Piper, everything else would enjoy me being gone.

I would love to throw it in my brothers faces that I had moved on from them and got myself my own brother, but there was no way that any of them would want me, especially after getting busted stealing from them, I was just plain Aleeah Grace DeLaurentis, nothing special.