Stuffing the overcooked piece of chicken into her mouth, Ali sighed. Life had been tough, and her families' new life was worse than she thought it was going to be. She had already known that Tulsa, Oklahoma was nothing like her old life in Georgia. Her family was rich, and she had already learned that being on the good side of town made her what they called a Soc. But truthfully she didn't fit in anywhere. She was more a "southern flower" than anything else. Her straw colored hair fell into her face as she pouted at her plate. She really wasn't sad about her new life, she actually didn't mind leaving her old life behind; she just knew that this life was not exactly what she had in mind. The school she now went to had a good reputation, and that made her happy.

"Ali…" Her mother said happily. Kate Hupperd had high cheekbones and blue eyes- like the sea. She was a stubborn woman with a wonderful reputation. She was born into good money, as well as her husband, Ben Hupperd. "You're father and I are going out. Don't wait up, we'll be out late."

"Okay," Ali said, looking up with a smile, "Have fun."

They would be out for a while, and after Ali was finished with her dinner she decided to take a walk. The neighborhoods weren't the safest to be, but Ali wasn't afraid, and besides, she needed the fresh air. Grabbing an off-white sweater she locked the door and started down the street. Her feet clicked slightly on the pavement as she walked slowly. It reminded her of evenings back at home when she would smile and look at the bright moon. There were far less stars in Oklahoma then in Georgia.

It was slightly cool- but it was the kind of night she looked forward to. The sky was clear and everything seemed perfect. Walking down a side street, and another, and another, Ali noticed that the streets began looking different. She liked the way it looked, although it wasn't very welcoming. Even so, it didn't look as uptight as the other houses. She did like the way her life was, she was used to it. It was nice to know what would happen to her.

A car drove past, picking up a few pieces of trash in the road. The roar of the engine came to a stop and a boy from her school jumped out of a nice looking car.

"You're Alison Hupperd right?" the boy said.

"Yes- you go to my school right?" Ali asked, slightly cautiously. She noticed a few of his friends in the back of the car, and beer cans- some empty and some not.

"I'm Bobby, in your English class… what are you doing on the East-side? Don't you know how dangerous it is?"

"No, I didn't." Ali said, walking over to the boy, still staying on her toes. "I was just exploring the neighborhood."

"Well…" Bobby sighed, "Since you're here, whanna go to the movies with us?"

"No." Ali said straight forward. She really didn't like these boys, and she wasn't going to get into the car with them.

"Oh… Why not?" Bobby said, getting even closer to her.

"Because I don't want to." Ali said stepped away from them.

"Oh come on!" One of the boys from the car yelled.

Ali started turning away from them.

"At least let me drive you home." Bobby pestered.

"No." Ali stated firmly.

"Hey!" Bobby yelled, "Don't expect on of those damn greasers to help you when you're lost! They'll probably just kill you if you ask!"

Without saying another word Ali walked quickly, deeper into the "Greaser" territory.

Ali's nervousness and anger went away as soon as the boys were out of her sight. A few blocks later she came across a drive-in movie theater. Paying a quarter, she sat on a bench and sat on her hands as the movie began.

A presence came behind her and Ali took a quick look behind her. There sat a whole group of boys. They all looked rather dark. The youngest one looked to be about 15, with brownish hair and gray-green eyes. The oldest has long rusty sideburns. He had gray eyes and a wide grin. He had the look like he was about to make a comment and he'd burst if he didn't say it soon.

Another with greasy hair in complicated swirls, he was in back of everyone else, almost leaning on everyone else to see what was going to happen. Next to him was another boy, looking like he was 17. He seemed to be gorgeous, because others were looking at him. Ali didn't spend much time on looks anyway. His dark-golden hair shined of the movie that was playing. His eyes were a warm chocolate, and he was staring back at her. Ali turned back toward the screen.

Ten minutes later, Ali still felt eyes on her, and she turned again. The one with rusty sideburns and the one with the chocolate eyes were looking at her. "What are you looking at?" She asked, good-naturedly.

Really short and bad I know, but idk… give me ideas on what they cans ay please? Rand R I love you all!