You walked threw the halls of your school. You walked to your class. You were late as always. The teacher looked at you as he stopped talking. "Miss Y/L/N why at are you late again?" "I don't know" you said. "Don't let it happen again" he said. You walked to your seat as sat down. That class well all your classes were filled with Soc.s but they all looked at you. There was only a couple greasers like you in that class. One of them was Ponyboy Curtis. You've had a crush on him for almost a year now. You looked at you as you looked at the bored. You hated that class because of the teacher. It was reading class. Surprisingly you sucked t it. You were usually good at reading and writing. But you didn't know what it was in that one class all the sudden. The teacher told you to have a partner by the end of the week for a project. You never had one cause they were all preppy Soc.s that never liked you.