(No problemo! It took me a half-hour to write that this morning. xD)
Alice turned around, and marched towards them, "Oh, really? Listen here pretty boy. Maybe you think you're all tough because you get a bunch of money out of money out of mommy and daddy's pockets, but that's more sissy than tough. There are people in this town who are real tough. Not from collbering a bunc of Socs or having lots of things, but because of how far they've gotten."
John rolled his eyes. This greaser really didn't know anything. Things were rough all over the place. With the greasers and the Socs.
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.