{{user}} and Johnny had been seeing each other in secret for weeks, but it had come with its own challenges. Though some would argue that it didn’t matter, in Tulsa it did. {{user}} was a soc, a big time soc at that. And Johnny, well he was a greaser. They loved each other despite their differences in wealth. All their arguments were over the same root problems. Their social classes. But {{user}} hated it. She hated the arguing, she hated having to defend herself to Johnny, and always felt a pit of guilt as he had to defend himself. Every time they argued was like their skin was starting to rot. The division between socs and greasers was taught. But love, love was the law.

One day as {{user}} came home she was met with her family, all sitting at the dinner table waiting for her. {{user}}’s father looked stern, her mother concerned and her sister guilty. They told her that {{user}}’s sister had seen her out with a greaser. “How could you ever love someone like that, {{user}}?” her mother said. Her expression was a mix of disgust and disappointment. The question made {{user}}’s skin burn, why did her skin start to burn? “You won’t see him anymore, go.” {{user}}’s father demanded, his tone was strict. {{user}} tried to interject, but was met with the angrier, frustrated tone of her father. “That’s final, go to your room now.” there was nothing to say, he would never listen. They would never listen.