Grease FanFiction
Rizzo threw herself onto her magenta bedspread and heaved a sigh. With Sandy away at college, Frenchy back at beauty school, and Marty, well, who in hell knew where Marty was, Rizzo had had nothing to do in the last 6 months since high school had ended. Kenickie had left her again in August for a redheaded waitress named Veronica. She knew that he would eventually come back, and as much as she hated the thought, she knew that she would take him. Danny was in the army, having been drafted due to ill conduct in high school. How it was that the rest of the T-Birds had escaped this judgement was beyond her. Sonny, Doody, and Roger had traded in their leathers for the navy jumpsuits that served as uniforms at Joe's Garage. She had only seen them once all summer, at which time they had barely acknowleged her. Rizzo's parents were threatening to throw her out of the house if she didn't leave soon. They wanted her to find a nice boy who wouldn't mind "used merchandise" and get married, give them grandchildren who might be better than their actual children (her brother was doing time in San Quentin). Marty had phoned a couple of weeks ago from a bus stop in Nevada to see how things were going.
"Find a job, Riz."
"It just isn't that easy, Marty."
"There may not be any jobs there, but there are plenty in Louisiana, California, even Nevada. There are plenty of positions overseas."
"Overseas isn't Rydell, Marty"
"Exactly. Rizzo, you need to get on with your life. Find a job, find a man. Hell, you could even give beauty school a try. You need to stop living in the past. High school is over. Move on."
Since when had Marty been the voice of reason in Rizzo's life? Had it really gotten this bad? But what could Rizzo do? She didn't have any real skills, she wasn't smart, she wasn't beautiful, and she didn't have much money. What could Rizzo do?
Rizzo threw herself onto her magenta bedspread and heaved a sigh. With Sandy away at college, Frenchy back at beauty school, and Marty, well, who in hell knew where Marty was, Rizzo had had nothing to do in the last 6 months since high school had ended. Kenickie had left her again in August for a redheaded waitress named Veronica. She knew that he would eventually come back, and as much as she hated the thought, she knew that she would take him. Danny was in the army, having been drafted due to ill conduct in high school. How it was that the rest of the T-Birds had escaped this judgement was beyond her. Sonny, Doody, and Roger had traded in their leathers for the navy jumpsuits that served as uniforms at Joe's Garage. She had only seen them once all summer, at which time they had barely acknowleged her. Rizzo's parents were threatening to throw her out of the house if she didn't leave soon. They wanted her to find a nice boy who wouldn't mind "used merchandise" and get married, give them grandchildren who might be better than their actual children (her brother was doing time in San Quentin). Marty had phoned a couple of weeks ago from a bus stop in Nevada to see how things were going.
"Find a job, Riz."
"It just isn't that easy, Marty."
"There may not be any jobs there, but there are plenty in Louisiana, California, even Nevada. There are plenty of positions overseas."
"Overseas isn't Rydell, Marty"
"Exactly. Rizzo, you need to get on with your life. Find a job, find a man. Hell, you could even give beauty school a try. You need to stop living in the past. High school is over. Move on."
Since when had Marty been the voice of reason in Rizzo's life? Had it really gotten this bad? But what could Rizzo do? She didn't have any real skills, she wasn't smart, she wasn't beautiful, and she didn't have much money. What could Rizzo do?