"This is nice," I said sarcastically as I looked around my new

room. It was dusty, smelly, and box-filled. I'd just moved

from my home in good ole Tennessee to Tulsa to live with

my brother Bob. I looked at the small mirror my mom had

given me when I was little, it was a little dusty from being in

the box but I could still see myself clearly. Hey, I'm not the

best looking girl in school but I'd give myself at least an eight

on a one out of ten scale, ten being best. I'm sixteen, have

long blonde hair, brown eyes, and I'm pretty skinny. "Lunch

is ready," I heard bob yell from the kitchen. I was excited

because after lunch bob said he'd take me with him and his

friends and they'd show me what they did for fun.

15 minutes later:

After lunch me and Bob went out to his blue mustang and I

hoped in the front seat thinking my brother had to be the

coolest ever I mean he had an awesome girlfriend named

cheery and all his friends really look up to him. Bob got in,

started the car and turned up that song I love. We went and

picked up his friend Randy. Bob and Randy had always been

best friends since I could remember. Alright I'll admit it that

I've always had a thing for Randy. I mean he was really cute

nice and he didn't just treat me like he's best friend's little sis

he actually treated me as if I was one of the guys. I chuckled

to myself as Randy complained about the back seat. We

drove till we got to the other side of town. There were all

kinds of run-down houses and stuff like that. I guessed this

was where the poorer kids lived. Bob had told that they were

called greasers and that I should avoid them because he said

greasers and socs. didn't get along to good because of our

differences so I didn't think anything of it and tried to avoid

them. I was about to ask what we were doing here when I

saw a boy who looked about our age walking in front of us.

He turned and looked at us and he looked like he'd seen a

ghost and started to run. Bob stepped on the gas and pulled

up right beside him. "Bob, what are you doing," I said as him

and randy got out of the car.