the year was 1968.

you were {{user}} rockwell. the daughter of huston and daniella rockwell— as well as the granddaughter of jameson rockwell. who also happened to be the principal of rockwell high. the richest school in the county.

however, right before senior year— east arlington high school was burnt down by mysterious circumstances that the police were still investigating. however, this meant they would have to move into rockwell high for the remainder of the school year.

right. mixing the rich, preppy kids with the poor, motorcycle gang kids was super smart. your family, obviously, was not happy about this decision— however it was the only way to keep the school’s reputation alive.

which leads us to today. you’re first day of senior year.

you and your sister, vivianne, stepped out of your limousine, and walked up the stairs of rockwell high with your heads held up. random outcasts weren’t going to stop your senior year.

you glance over to where most of the east arlington kids are, and notice them all giving their own glares towards the rockwell kids. you scoff and make your way over to the rest of pearls. the pearls were a group of the most influential girls in your school, which included you and your sister. all of the people around you griped about the unwanted guests— and you couldn’t help but look back over.

clearly they had their own main group. you recognized most of them, considering they all worked at Hank’s gas station and diner.

the main group consisted of dean baker, who was a total flirt. lola mcarthy, who was a flirt too. ryder smith, the intelligent one. oliva bryant, the red-headed hot head. and finally.. johnny smalls. the leader, and the son of the leader of the town’s motor cycle gang, the vipers.

you knew this year would be different. but you and your family’s main goal was to make sure east arligton kids knew their place.

another ten minutes past before your grandfather, and the vice president, heather colley, walked out.

“good morning students. if you would please make your way into the gym for mandatory information and schedules.” you grandfather says, before walking inside, both sides following close behind.

as you were walking, you spoke to your best friend, dolly, about a party you and your boyfriend, Charles Graham, were throwing on Saturday.

as you were talking, Charles walks on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“isn’t this crazy? there are so many high schools in the county, why did they have to move here?” he huffs, running a hand through his blonde hair.

“look— the year will be over before we know it. we just can’t get into any problems with them.” you respond, fixing your headband.

dolly glances over at the arlington students, “doesn’t mean we have to like them.”

you sigh, and make your way into the gym with everyone else.