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Soc Girls & Greaser Girls

1966 Tulsa

Sapphire's POV

I stepped out of the movie house into the bright sunlight of the day. The movie that was playing that day was 'Grease'. You know the musical with the teenagers who sing and dance like we do now in Tulsa. I looked at myself in a shop mirror. My hair greased back, hands in my ripped jeans and wearing my favorite blue jacket with my black sneakers. Yeah, total greaser. Just for you ta know my name's not actually Sapphire it's Claire. I hate Claire. That name sounds so Socy. And I'm not a Soc. I'm live on the poor side of town with my sisters. As I walk down the sidewalk of the movie house I see some Soc girls. Oh brother. When they pass me in their convertible, I hear things like-never mind you don't wanna know. The only Soc "acquaintances" I have is Marcia and Cherry. There's some of the nicest Socs I've ever met. It's hard to ignore the girls though..some of their sayings could be very hurtful.

"Hey, Grease. No one likes you! Get out of our school! Nobody likes you!" they all taunt me like when I seven at that talent show.

"You know Socs are white trash with madras and sleazy girls who will do anything to get a guy's attention!" I yell back. And that's when it happened. The Socs except Cherry and Marcia cornered me.

"Katy, Jodie, Kallista!" I yell as the girls pin me to the ground. One of them then takes out a blade.

"You really need a haircut, Sapphire, how 'bout here or how 'bout over here!" one of them said as they cut under my chin.

"Help!" I scream.

"Shut her up!" two chant as the other one takes out her handkerchief and stuff it into my mouth. Then I hear a familiar voice.

"Leave her alone!" yelled Kallista.

"Go away!" Katy charging after the one who was on top of me and prying her off.

"This ain't your territory! Now Scat!" Mariah said yelling at the girls loudly. The rest of my gang charged at the fleeting Soc girls. Kallista, Katy, Jamie and Mariah reached into the windows of the convertible and started to choke my attackers.

"Hey, Sapphire are you OK?" Katy asked looking into my gray eyes.

"Yeah.." I shivered.

"They pulled a blade on ya didn't they?" My second older sister asked. She must've saw the tears welling up in my eyes.

"It's OK Sapphire, they ain't goin' hurt ya no more." Katy said soothing me with her sweet gentle voice. My older sister approached us.

"Sapphire, you're focusin' on the wrong things kid. Movies and Books. Why can't you be like Katy?" Jordan asked.

"Ya really want this girl thinkin' 'bout boys and cars? That's my thang. Ya dig." Katy said to my older sister.

"I dig that but Sapphire if goin' to the movies alone then ya need blade!" Jordan scolded me. Ever since Mom died somethin' in Jordan changed. She didn't like to ever be called her real name. Jodie. That's pretty for a Greaser if ya ask me.

"Jordan, even if did carry a blade, they would've killed her!" Katy said taking up for me. Mom died when I was 3, and Jordan seemed to get easily upset with me. Thank God Katy was there to take up for me.

"If I wanted to as my kid sister for advice for my other kid sister I'll tell ya. Jeez!" Jordan yelled at us. My oldest sister stormed back into the house angry as usual.

"Jordan or Daddy don't love me. I don't know why she and Dad won't stick me in a home." I said wiping away the blood from my neck

"Sapphire, don't ya dare let me here ya say that again ya here." Katy yelled at me, "They do love ya. They would never stick ya in a home if I'm still here. Ya dig, Sapphire."

"Yeah." I responded to Katy.

"Hey, how's the kid?" Kallista asked Katy.

"I'm fine, Kallista." I answer.

"Good, 'cause I would wanna go back and rip those bastards to pieces." She said to me. Kallista, or Yolanda (which is and was her real name), has been sent to jail many many times. She went to jail when she was 12 like an another boy named Dallas Winston's know him, but Kallista knows Dally pretty well. They had gotten along in the detention. Even they were friends. Whoa, Kallista has a boy best friend. Impossible. She just got suspended a couple of days ago for breakin' Tony Throne's arm. She claimed he was askin' for it. And he really was.

"Laney, how ya doin'?" Kallista asked the tan girl in our gang. My best friend. Laney Christina Wellington. Her parents are very abusive, but she takes it like a champ.

"I'm fine, Kallista. We should beat those Socs, but nothin' would change. They will still be rich and we'll still be poor and in the streets." Laney said. Her jet black hair complimented her jean jacket and black T-shirt perfectly. I'm surprised no boy has ever talked or even glanced her way.

"True, darlin'. But Kallista here don't get care 'cause she's been to jail-oh I don't know 20 times." Mariah said hands on hips with her crooked, but somewhat famous smirk. Kallista charged at the wisecraker, but Mariah moved too fast and tripped Kallista.

"Hey, kid what were ya doin' at the movies anyway. Look at what one did ta my leg." Jamie said angrily to me. I looked down at the huge slash on her leg. Switchblade, I thought

"I'm sorry, Jam." I apologized. Jamie has never liked me from the start, and I never liked her.

"Girls, enough dillies dadlin let's go to the DQ. I here they got a new jukebox and new hot greaser boys." Mariah said throwin' her arm around my shoulder. Mariah had always had a thing for Greaser Guys. I have never been fond of them. They always drag race, fight and kill each other. Why would a girl be interested in that?

"That's sounds fun. Jordan needs to get outta that house." Katy said laughing. She dashed into the house to fetch my oldest sister. We wait outside for Jordan's approval.

Katy's POV

I go into my house to speak with Jordan. Jordan is very "Ifily" about hangin' at the DQ. We really need her to take us 'cause she's the only one who can drive and has her own car. My cheapsake Dad wouldn't buy me a car even though it's close to my seventeenth birthday. When I open the door of the house, I see Jordan cleanin' as usual. We we're always makin' messes for her ta clean.

"Hey, Jordan why don't you take a break and take me and the girls ta the DQ." I said lettin' the words roll off my tongue. Jordan narrowed her eyes.

"I don't know Katy. Are you and the girls settin' me up on a date?" Jordan asked holding the broom in her left palm.

"Of course not. We just wanna meet some guys up there who are hot, get somethin' ta eat and listen ta music from the new jukebox." I said with my hands on my hips. Jordan looked at the floor. I could tell she was thinkin'.

"Fine, what harm I'll be done? We can go!" Jordan said as she finished steeping the pile. I grab on her plaid shirt and pulled her out the doorway. Thank God she had a white tank under it.

Jordan's POV

I wasn't sure about the DQ and the girls. They were always doin' somethin' to make me either find love or happiness. I'm sick of it. Don't set up thousands of dates with Greasers that aren't my type. I wanna man who is somewhat like I'm. I'll never find him.

"Ready to go, girls." I said to the girls in the alley. Our house is right by an alley. It's Greaser territory whatda expect. The girls smile and bunch up in my car. It's old, but it's suppose ta be new ta me.

"Let's go!" Sapphire cheered from the back seat as did Laney. I stomp on the gas pedal and we ride on the bumpy road to the DQ.