Hello people. I am new to this online writing but not to making stories, so this first one is based on the FX television show Sons of Anarchy. Note that it will have an OC. Note 2: Unless something happens to me, I will finish what I started. You won't see anything else from me till I am done with this. I hope you enjoyed it. As they said in one of my favorite games, the show must go on.

Chapter one, part one

Most people talk about family, respect, brotherhood, or hate. They don't know the meaning of these words. Most of my life, I grew up not knowing my mom or dad. Sure, I knew people who looked after me, but no one with my last name, Teller? But when I turned 18, I was patched into a family. Most people think it was a dumb idea because they are criminals. My family is called the Sons of Anarchy. For this family, I killed, lied, and stole for them. Anything to keep my brothers alive. But you want to know something? Those outsiders were really upset because I am a woman. My name is Eva Teller. and This is my story.

I came into a small town in California called Charming. I could feel eyes on me. Was it because my patch on my cut a reaper? I was told by my former president.
That charming was home to SAMCRO. Other known as Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Originals The mother chattered. I was told I was born here.
So I drove up on my motorcycle to a auto shop. called Teller-Morrow garage. It was a nice old-school shop. No robot arms or anything extra that in today's world that is not needed.

I parked up next to some other bikes. And I saw a man with a mohawk call out the names Jax and Clay. Then I saw about 3 guys, all wearing the cut of a Reaper. One with black hair came up to me and grabbed my cut, saying Where did you get this cut? I pushed him away from me, snapping at him saying. You no better than to grab a cut ass ho.

Then a young, fit man with blonde hair comes out with a much older man with gray hair. The gray-haired man said to me, Who are you? There are no female sons. I told him, Yeah, you're right, but my cut says Daughter of Anarchy. and I was told I am from here, and he who patched me in broke that law, said SAMCRO would understand. The young, blonde man told the man with black hair to let me go; he called him Tigs. He said to me, Sup, my name is Jackson Teller, but people call me Jax, and who are you?

End of the chapter, part one of the other teller, The Daughter of Anarchy