Author has written 2 stories for Spirit, and Outsiders.
Name: Annabel Lee (No. Really. My mom was fucking obsessed with that poem.)
Age and day o'birth: 16 years young, born on the 21st day of May.
Hobbies: Writing, Running track, Riding horses, Barrel Racing, Playing Basketball, Playing piano, etc.
Location: Texas, USA
Fandoms: The Outsiders, One Piece, Max Ride, Ouran High school Host Club, Fullmetal Alchemist, Batman and other DC Comics, Percy Jackson, MCR & other bandoms.
Socials may be large, Socials may be rough, But man, oh man, them Greasers are tuff. Socials got Mustangs Socials got cash, But I love Greasers even if they're trash. Greasers are great, Greasers are bold, Put on your Converse and don't forget to stay gold.
In the words of all greasers everywhere, "That ain't very tuff."
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Ponyboy, I asked the nurse to give you this book, so you could finish it. The doctor came in a while ago, but I already knew it anyway.
I keep getting tireder and tireder. Listen, I don't mind dying now; it was worth it, it was worth saving those little kids, their lives are worth more than mine, they have more to live for.
Some of their parents came by to thank me so it was worth it. Tell Dally it was worth it. I'm just gonna miss you guys. And I've been thinking about it, in that poem, the guy that wrote it. He ment you're gold when you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything is new; dawn.
It's just, when you get used to every thing it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets Pony, that's gold. Keep it that way, it's a good way to be. I want you to tell Dally to look at one, he'll probably think you're crazy, but ask for me.
I don't think he's ever really seen a sunset. And don't be bugged over being a greaser, you still have a lot of time to make yourself whatever you want. There's still alot of good in the world. Tell Dally I don't think he knows. Your buddy, Johnny
I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood.
I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society.
Man, do I have fun!
Greaser... greaser... greaser...
O victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten, no-count hood.
Juvenille delinquent, you're no good!
Get thee hence, white trash. I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well dressed.
I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties.
And what do you do for fun?
I jump greasers!