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Willow's POV

My name is Willow, I am 16 year old. I have brown hair that goes down to my shoulders. My hair matches my eyes. I'm 5'5" and I guess I could be considered skinny. I am a greaser.

I get beat up my father on a daily basis. My mom left when I was five. I have a brother who's my twin. We don't look alike. He has blonde hair with green eyes. He doesn't get beat up but he's always there to protect me.

I have a boyfriend that I thought I loved. When I told him how I felt he ignored me. I would break up with him but he said I'd be dead before I could finish that sentence. I still care about him though. I don't know why but I do.

I'm always sitting alone at lunch because my brother is with his friends. I always read during lunch. It's always about a girl falling in love with a perfect guy in the perfect world. I hated that. Nobody had a perfect life here in Tulsa, but it seemed like everyone was better off then me. I get beaten up by Socs a lot too. My life is great isn't it? The only person that ever knows how I feel is my brother, Forrest. I tell him everything. I don't know what I would do without him.

Five days later…

The phone started to ring.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey."

"Forrest is that you?"

"Yeah, look I need to tell you something but don't freak out."

"Fine, now tell me."

"I got arrested."

"You what?" I screamed.

"I'm in jail."

"Oh my gosh! How did you pull that one off?"

"I heard dad talking about how he was going to hurt you more than ever. He must have not realized I was there listening talking to himself. I couldn't take him doing this to you. It's not fair. You don't deserve it. So I beat him up and pulled a switch on him. I cut his arm. He must have called the fuzz. I told them that he wanted to kill you but they didn't believe me. So I'm gonna be in the cooler for awhile."

"I'm so sorry this is my fault."

"Will, it aint your fault. But you need to do something for me."

"What is it."

"Pack all of your stuff. Take the money from under my bed, it's in a blue box. Stay at the gangs' house. They won't care. I have a room there. Stay there. Don't go back home."

"O.K."

"I gotta go."

"Forrest?"

"Yeah Will."

"I love you bro."

"Love you Will, stay safe."

"O.K., bye Forrest."

"Bye Will. It will get better. I promise." Then he hung up.

I did what he said. I grabbed all of my grab crap. I grabbed some of his clothes 'cause mine were bloody. I grabbed his money. Right when I started to leave his room the house door opened.

"Where's this crappy kid of mine?" 'OH CRAP!' I thought. I opened Forrest's window and a branch was close to the window. I climbed out of the tree and ran for the gangs' house. I didn't want to my father again, but I couldn't leave Tulsa. What if my brother got out of the cooler and I wasn't here?

'Oh crap!' I thought stopping dead in my tracks. I don't know where the gangs' house is. I guess I'll just go to that DX station. Great, I thought. All the girls hang out there because of that greaser. His name was Sodapop. I started to walk to the DX.

When I got there all the girls were there. 'Just great' I thought.

"Unless you're buying something get out! I got crap to take care of!" I yelled. They just left. They probably thought I worked there. My brother used to work here and he never gave back the shirt so I wear it sometimes.

"Do you work here?" Sodapop asked.

"No I don't. Sorry I made all of those girls leave." I said.

"It's O.K., the boss might be mad though. Why are you wearing a DX shirt though?"

"My brother used to work here. He stole this shirt from the store and I stole this shirt from him. Man this shirt is illegal." He laughed.

"Who's your brother?"

"He's got an unusual name, it's Forrest."

"Forrest has a sister? You two don't look anything alike."

"Yeah, he's my twin."

"Oh, are you O.K.?"

"Not really."

"What happened."

"You wouldn't want to hear it."

"Yeah I would. Just go to my house now. I get off in an hour."

"Why would I need to go to your house?" I didn't want him to know about me running away.!

"There's got to be a reason why you have such a big bag. Just go to my house. You don't need to knock. If anybody asks why you're there say you're my friend." He wrote his address on my hand. He added, "I forgot to ask what's your name."

"It's Willow."

"O.K., I'll see you later, Willow."

"I guess."

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