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Two month's in Tulsa. Two month's in college and I were miserable. I had very few friends. Many of the people I was meeting I would have considered to be Socs when I was younger.I thought I had gotten over that. But every girl who was nice to me made me wonder if she had stuck her nose up at me in middle school, or called me a grease. Every time a seemingly nice boy asked me out or flirted with me I had to wonder if he had ever jumped me and my friends or hurt one of them in a rumble.
My roommate was another blast from my past. I was rooming with Cherry Valence. I remembered her from middle school, she was hard to forget. With classic good looks and red hair. She was always the nice Soc. She wouldn't be mean, and often would take attention away from you when her cheerleading friends were picking on you. She had also been friends with two boys though, Randy and Bob. They were dangerous. They were why I never walked alone and why the boys always carried blades.
Every now and then I hung out with Cherry and her friend. I'd seen Randy and other people that I recognized from middle school, but none of the people that I had been friends with. I also hadn't seen Bob, but that was okay.he was the one that had always scared me the most. No one recognized me though. Why would they? When I lived here I was below their notice, and besides I looked and acted like one of them now.
Now and then when I was really lonely I would think how easy it would be to walk to the other side of town and into the Curtis's warm house, filled with people that I had loved.
I doubted that it would have been that easy though. I didn't even look like a grease anymore. If I had made it through the neighborhood without getting jumped I would have been amazed. I hadn't seen them in five years or contacted them in four. Would they even talk to me? Or label me a Soc and a sell out.
But sometimes at night I still dreamed about them, and wondered how they were doing. I would think about Darry with his tuff muscles and warm heart under the hard exterior. I thought about Soda with his charming good looks and infectious smile. He'd been my best friend and my crush.but again, that was a long time ago. Then there was Pony, the youngest Curtis brother, he was a dreamy kid and took his parents death the hardest out of the three of them. Last I had heard Soda was still sleeping in his bed at night to help keep the nightmares away. Then there were our friends, they were quite the odd ball collection. Two- Bit was a funny kid, a laugh a minute with a love of Mickey Mouse, beer, and girls..even when he was 15 or 16. Then there was Steve, he was Soda's best friend and mine by default. Steve was hard, he came from a bad home, worse then the money issues the rest of our families had, he got knocked around and spent a lot of time at the Curtis's. Pony hated him, they never got along. But if you know him, you got past the hardness and there was emotion and caring buried deep down in there. Then there was Dally. Dally was tough, he was from New York and knew the ins and outs of the juvie system better then anyone. He could be a very scary individual.but not to me. He had always been protective of Johnny and I, because Johnny was so kicked around and because I was the only girl. Lastly there was Johnny. He was the same age as Soda and I.but he looked Ponys age. They were always together. Johnny got knocked around at home way more then Steve, he was quiet and always had the look of a puppy that had been kicked around to much.
Those were my friends.what had happened to them in five years? Were they in Juvie? Where they even alive? They had a tough life to lead. I was so tempted to go see them..but I know it wasn't a good idea.
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Two month's in Tulsa. Two month's in college and I were miserable. I had very few friends. Many of the people I was meeting I would have considered to be Socs when I was younger.I thought I had gotten over that. But every girl who was nice to me made me wonder if she had stuck her nose up at me in middle school, or called me a grease. Every time a seemingly nice boy asked me out or flirted with me I had to wonder if he had ever jumped me and my friends or hurt one of them in a rumble.
My roommate was another blast from my past. I was rooming with Cherry Valence. I remembered her from middle school, she was hard to forget. With classic good looks and red hair. She was always the nice Soc. She wouldn't be mean, and often would take attention away from you when her cheerleading friends were picking on you. She had also been friends with two boys though, Randy and Bob. They were dangerous. They were why I never walked alone and why the boys always carried blades.
Every now and then I hung out with Cherry and her friend. I'd seen Randy and other people that I recognized from middle school, but none of the people that I had been friends with. I also hadn't seen Bob, but that was okay.he was the one that had always scared me the most. No one recognized me though. Why would they? When I lived here I was below their notice, and besides I looked and acted like one of them now.
Now and then when I was really lonely I would think how easy it would be to walk to the other side of town and into the Curtis's warm house, filled with people that I had loved.
I doubted that it would have been that easy though. I didn't even look like a grease anymore. If I had made it through the neighborhood without getting jumped I would have been amazed. I hadn't seen them in five years or contacted them in four. Would they even talk to me? Or label me a Soc and a sell out.
But sometimes at night I still dreamed about them, and wondered how they were doing. I would think about Darry with his tuff muscles and warm heart under the hard exterior. I thought about Soda with his charming good looks and infectious smile. He'd been my best friend and my crush.but again, that was a long time ago. Then there was Pony, the youngest Curtis brother, he was a dreamy kid and took his parents death the hardest out of the three of them. Last I had heard Soda was still sleeping in his bed at night to help keep the nightmares away. Then there were our friends, they were quite the odd ball collection. Two- Bit was a funny kid, a laugh a minute with a love of Mickey Mouse, beer, and girls..even when he was 15 or 16. Then there was Steve, he was Soda's best friend and mine by default. Steve was hard, he came from a bad home, worse then the money issues the rest of our families had, he got knocked around and spent a lot of time at the Curtis's. Pony hated him, they never got along. But if you know him, you got past the hardness and there was emotion and caring buried deep down in there. Then there was Dally. Dally was tough, he was from New York and knew the ins and outs of the juvie system better then anyone. He could be a very scary individual.but not to me. He had always been protective of Johnny and I, because Johnny was so kicked around and because I was the only girl. Lastly there was Johnny. He was the same age as Soda and I.but he looked Ponys age. They were always together. Johnny got knocked around at home way more then Steve, he was quiet and always had the look of a puppy that had been kicked around to much.
Those were my friends.what had happened to them in five years? Were they in Juvie? Where they even alive? They had a tough life to lead. I was so tempted to go see them..but I know it wasn't a good idea.
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