I was neither Greaser or Soc as I wasn't quite poor enough to really be considered a Greaser though I was much more a Greaser than anything as I fit in more with them than anyone else, feeling more safe with them than my own family as they have done nothing to make me feel like I could ever be safe with them.

Though I also wasn't quite rich enough to be labeled a Soc though not like I actually wanted be one as Socs were nothing but arrogant snobs that always thought they were better than you for having more money and would much rather live life as a Greaser though my hateful parents just loved to pretend that they were more rich than they actually were.

I also didn't fit in with my family of five older brothers and a spoiled older cheerleading sister that basically ignore my existence and always make me feel like an outsider in my own family as they have never appreciated me for who I truly was and never understood what I had done to make my own family not want anything to do with me.

I was never girl enough for my mother as my older sister was, like she wanted me to be as I was always much more tomboy than anything and has ignored me for half my life, basically having to raise myself, and I also wasn't tomboy enough for my father as I was supposed to have been born a boy, not some useless girl that was good for nothing.

It always made me feel ashamed for having been born a girl though my father has no problem spoiling my older sister and loving her as a daughter, but saw me as nothing more than worthless baggage that he wanted to be rid of.

He hated me from the moment I was born and it didn't matter what I did or how hard I tried to make them proud, but no matter what I did, I was never going to be good enough for my family; I meant nothing to them.

My parents always took pride in having five famous football playing sons that everyone seems to love, maybe sometimes a little too much though they also didn't know my older brother like I did and my parents seemed to care much more about my brothers football career than they actually cared for them, but it more than they ever cared for me.

They despised me for having been born and why I was always called the black sheep of the family as I was never one to let someone walk all over them and have never had a problem with calling someone out on something when I thought they were doing something wrong and they cared more about their son and oldest daughter than they ever did their youngest daughter that they have treated as their personal maid.

I was basically treated as a slave or a personal servant by my family, when I wasn't getting beat and have come to terms that my family treats me like trash who have basically starved me, giving me only enough to survive and have even had my older sister spit in my face once while my parents laughed at my expense.

While I know Greasers have it bad, I wonder if they are mistreated and starved for days without food as I am, but I knew better than to cry about it as crying would only give my father another reason to hit me.

I know I should love my family as they are the only family I have even if they treat me like trash, but I just hate them for what they have done to me over the years and I have tried my hardest to get them to love me just once in my life, but it won't matter what I do, they would never accept me when that was all that I have ever wanted.

I even dressed more as a boy than as a girl as I was desperate for my father to accept me as his daughter or to even just tell me that he loves me just once in my life, but that was nothing more than a fantasy that was never going to come true and was just unlovable to all those around me, realizing I will never be family to them.

It isn't even just my parents that treat me bad, my siblings are just as bad towards me if not worse than my parents, making me practically wish that I was never born, sometimes just wanting to die but always too scared to ever attempt that goal; I was only seven.

I was always on the verge of breaking down and know that I was not going to be able to survive another eleven years with this family that I want nothing to do with; with my brother's loving to take turns beating on me when they feel the need to entertain themselves and my sister is so spoiled and loves to spit in my face, making me feel worthless and that there was no one who will ever love me.

I was lingering around the Greaser side of town, hungry and malnourished as my parents hardly ever allowed me to eat and even when I earned the luxury to eat, I was never allowed to eat with the family in the dining room or given the same luxuries that my siblings took for granted.

When I ate, I was only allowed to have stale bread or a lump of moldy cheese if they were being generous which I have come accustomed to and why I looked as if I was six instead of an almost eight year old girl, wandering around and hoping to find some food as I haven't been fed for at least three days and just wanted something to eat.

I walked by a gas station that was filled with teenage customers and could see one teenage Greaser pumping gas for rude Socs while the other Greaser was under a hood of some car and recognized him as the Greaser that once got in a fight with one of my brothers a few months ago and broke my brothers nose.

That caused me to take an immediate liking to him just because he managed to take down my brother and not many can take down my brothers and would feel safe with him if my brothers were to ever come after me with him nearby, especially since he won the fight with my brother.

Though I did feel slightly bad about stealing from them as it is obvious that they had to work hard for what they have unlike my brothers who get everything handed to them, but I was just so hungry and my parents just don't feed me enough and refuse to feed me for another few days.

My parents like to wait as long as possible without feeding me, only feeding me enough that it would supposedly not be considered abuse or neglect; the rest of time, I was on my own with finding food.

I slid by a group of teenagers that were hanging out and was small enough to not be noticed and they seemed to be too busy for anyone to notice me anyway or even care that I had snuck by them and into the store which was also filled with people so no one noticed when I discreetly placed a few items and a bottle of a pop into my pocket and slowly started heading towards the door.

Just as I was about to walk out and head to the park to eat my only meal for the next few days, I felt someone grab my shoulder and panicking, I swung around and punching him in the gut and running out which automatically caused attention to me as I felt someone coming after me, but too scared to look up to see who was chasing me as everyone looked up when I ran past them.

"Stop that kid! He didn't pay for it," I heard someone shot, believing me to be a boy as they couldn't see my hair as I had my hood up and could feel more of those guys that I had passed by on my way in, running after me as well.

I knew that there was no way that I could outrun three teenage guys and it didn't take long for one of them to grab me from behind, causing me to start screaming, hoping someone would hear though I doubt anyone would come to my rescue.

"Kid, you are in a for a world of hurt. I outta beat it out of you, boy for trying to take from a Greaser," the mean looking brown haired boy said, shaking me and still not realizing that I was a girl, but Daddy makes it seem like being a girl was a bad thing so I always dress more as a boy so I can't really blame them for thinking I was one.

I probably also looked like a Greaser too with my second hand clothes as that was all my parents will get me, seeing me as nothing but a live in servant and not their daughter, even making me sleep on a dirty old mattress in a cold attic, giving me only a thin blanket to keep warm.

I don't know what came over me, thinking that I could just get away with stealing from a bunch of Greasers and just burst into tears as I didn't want to steal for fun, I was just so hungry and couldn't take it anymore as I felt the one shaking me, tighten his grip that he had on me.

"Stop crying, you ain't a girl," he said though that was it exactly what I was though he didn't know that and kept on shaking me which only made me cry even more and the guy showed me no sympathy.

"Dallas, back off. The kid can't be much older than six or seven years old and you're scaring them. The kid looks hungry," I heard someone speak up and looked up to see the Greaser that beat my brother to the ground though that didn't also mean that I wasn't scared of him.

I watched as the one named 'Dallas' shoved me away as my hood slipped off my head and hearing gasps around me as my light blonde hair fell out of my hood where I have been keeping it hidden.

"Looks like it's a girl, Dal. What's wrong, couldn't tell the difference between a boy and girl," I heard another of the guys joke as the one named Dallas gave me a nasty glare that made me feel very threatened.

"Fuck off. Not my fault that the little brat looked like a boy, but what are we going to do with the girl. She needs to be beaten for this. The kids need to learn not to steal from Greasers," he snared at the boy who teased him while still giving me these dark looks and I just wanted to be anywhere but here right now, even being at home sounded like a better option and that wasn't saying much.

I got scared when he said that but nothing that they could do to me could ever be worse than what my supposed parents do to me on a daily basis, "Dallas, back off! I know you don't like kids but she is just a hungry little girl," the one I recognized as the Greaser who beat up my brother said to him as he turned his eyes softly to me.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart? Was that why you were stealing," he asked me in a more gentle tone, not at all like the angry tone he used with his friend, Dallas as I nodded my head at him, too frightened to speak as I wasn't sure I could trust him.

I heard one of the other guys laugh at him, "Look at that, Steve being nice to a little girl! Who would have thought. Well, see ya'll later. Bye kid," he said, taking off down the street, farther downtown as I shivered in fear as I felt someone touch my shoulder and jumped back in fear of what they were going to do to me now.

"Soda, easy. Not so fast. She's scared. It's alright, sweetheart. We're not mad that you stole, but I'm sure we can find you something better than that junk to eat. Would you like something to eat," I heard this Steve guy say as he offered me his hand and was intending to take it when I saw Dallas giving me looks that scared me and moved away in fear.

I watched him frown and look at Dallas, "Knock it off, will ya Dal, you're scaring her more and I am trying to get her to come back with us. You are just mad that she got one over you. It's okay, sweetheart, I won't let him hurt you," he said, taking my hand and taking my stolen items from me and led me back to the gas station, not realizing just how far I ran as I stayed close to his side, scared of the others with us and what they would do to me.

Though I still didn't trust them, what if they were just being nice so that they could get me alone somewhere to hurt me, because my brothers will sometimes be real nice to me and then get some friends together to hurt and taunt me about why they would ever care for me, I was nothing to them.

I stayed close to Steve, wondering if he could take the rest of them down if they rest of them wanted to hurt me and I only ever trusted one other person and that was my best friend, Piper who was technically a Greaser, living on the edge of the east side of Tulsa but lived slightly better than most, just narrowly missing being middle class.

In some ways, she had more money than me though that has more to do with the fact that her parents actually gave a crap about her, having two parents and an older brother that she idolized, something I never will get the chance at having myself, wishing I get a new family so I will never have to see mine ever again.

I felt Steve tighten his hold on my hand as we crossed the road, remembering how Piper old me that her mom makes her take her hand when she crosses the road so she doesn't run off on her and get hurt , and it was comforting but odd as no one has ever done that for me before.

I wish he could be my older brother instead of always having to endure pain from the brothers as I am forced to call them and a sister that sees me as a threat and enjoys just watching me suffer, laughing at my expense.

Why did I have to be born with a family that doesn't love or care about me, I have never done anything to them for the way that I was treated and my parents have never given me an ounce of love in my whole life, saying that I didn't deserve to be born and there were days that I wish that I would not wake up the next day and they would all enjoy having me gone.

I would love to throw it in my brothers faces that I had moved on from them and got myself my own brother, but there was no way that he would want me, especially after getting busted stealing from them, I was just plain Aleeah Grace DeLaurentis, nothing special.