Tonight

by OblivionDevotee

One crush and a crazy night *** She had a crazy crush on Dallas for as long as she could remember. Madge Romano was a middle class girl in Tusla, Oklahoma. Her grandparents had come from Italy with her, leaving her parents. She was no Soc nor a Greaser, but a polite and respectful middle class girl. Her grandmother always warned her about the Greasers and the Socs. She was told t

I lived with my grandparents in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It wasn't a very quiet town for me. Maybe for my grandparents but not me. I was torn between Greasers or Socs. If I hung out with a Greaser I was called a bunch of awful names and if I hung out with a Soc might as well be a privileged snob.

The sad part was that there were nice Socs and kind Greasers. Not all of them were the way people thought of them to be. They were all just stereotyped. And there were kind middle class too but no matter what someone always had something against you for what ever class.

I was very observant about all this stuff. I had only been in America for about a week. I knew enough English to get me around and talk with people. Though I kept quiet because of my strong accent. Anyone could spot me out. I was a sore thumb in a crowd. People would call me out if they knew what I was and where I came from. There were a lot of racists and prejudice people. Anyone different than themselves scared them.

A lot of guys had liked me as well. Of all classes too. I was a pretty young girl. I was sixteen, going-on-seventeen. I had tan skin and dark long brown hair that reached the middle of my back. It was so straight and shiny that someone could see their own reflection in it. Everyone loved to play with my hair. My eyes were a dark innocent brown. I didn't like them all that much. My grandmother said my eyes were brown because they were so full of crap. That was whenever I lied to her.

I didn't know a lot of people here. I knew the names and the faces but never did I speak to anyone. But there was one handsome boy that I always caught myself staring at. Oddly enough I never saw him in school.

He looked to be about my age. He was tall and his hair was a dark brown. It seemed to always be messy. Often at times he was with two boys. One who had tan skin like me and long black hair. The other had even longer brown hair that he pushed back.

When my grandmother found out she told me, "Stia via da quelli ragazzi." She only knew Italian, which is why she always sent me out to shop or do anything that involved outside. What she meant was, "Stay away from those boys." My grandmother was able to see right through all of them.

But still I never listened.