Alice finished her breakfast, and grabbed her backpack. Unlike the Socs, she was unable to afford her own car, so she mostly walked to school. She followed the dusty path out of her neighborhood, and walked into Soc territory. Unfortunately, this was where she was forced to spend 7 hours of her day.
John grabbed the keys to his Mustang, and headed out the door. He loved driving around in it, usually chasing Greasers around with it. He revved up the engine, looked behind him, and started driving towards the school.
The girl in the dress wrote you a song.
Be Yourself! There's NO ONE better!
Warning: Objects in a mirror maybe distorted due society's unrealistic views of beauty.
If you're feeling lost, alone, suicidal, or have tendencies to self-harm, come talk to me. I might not always know what to say, but I'll be there.