Yeah, I'm a Greaser. Beat me up, injure me, I don't care. It doesn't change who I am. I love fights and violence and getting drunk and smoking. I get arrested every other night and have no family. Well, none I can talk to. I'll never get those pretty, fancy Soc girls with the bright eyes and cheerful smiles, who are able to afford those beautiful dresses and hair ribbons they wear. Who'll never look at me like I belong. I'm a Greaser. And I'm proud.

My name is Dream Tempist. Yes, I'm a guy. Don't judge by my name, please. I'm fifteen years old. I'm a pretty short guy I guess. But I don't mind. It helps me sneak in and out of places and squeeze into small spaces. Helps a lot with when I can't afford to buy something if you know what I mean. And I'm pretty sneaky, so yeah.

Where should I start this story off? I guess right before all of the craziness happened is a good place to start. So, it all started with a book..