Tulsa is a city in Oklahoma known best for the rivalry between socs and greasers. When 16 year old, Amelia Anderson flys down from Sydney, Australia to Tulsa Oklahoma to live with her grandmother, it's not exactly a walk in the park.
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The bright sun peered through my windows, reflecting onto my face. I adjusted my eyes to the light and rubbed away the sleep. I slowly got up still half asleep, causing me to stub my toe on the corner of my bedside table "fuck" I said quietly squinting my eyes from the pain.
Still half asleep, I made my way downstairs to the smell of freshly cooked pancakes. "Good morning Amelia" my nana said placing the food on the table. " morning" I say taking a seat.
After breakfast I helped my nana clean up the dishes. "Hey nana I'm gonna take a walk around, scope out the place a little" I said slipping on my shoes. "Oh before you go you might want to take this" she said handing me a small black box. I opened the box, revealing purple and blue switchblade with a black handle
I looked at her confused as to why she just gave me a switchblade. " just incase the socs are around, don't want u getting jumped" she said to me smiling. "Socs?" I said confused. " there the wealthy people on the south side of town. They come down to our side to look for trouble with greasers which are a gang on our side, but they aren't as bad as you think" she said " right, well we didn't have any gang rivalry back in Australia so this is new" I said, eyes wide, slowly walking out the door. I put the switchblade in my back pocket and started my walk down the foot path.
I was walking for about 5 minutes when I came across a gas station called the "DX". I walked in, the bell above the door ringing, catching the cashiers attention. I gave a warm smile and disappeared into the isles.
I slowly walked back to the counter placing down a packet of gum and a coke bottle. "That would be $5" the very handsome boy said. I pulled out a five dollar note and placed it on the counter. "Sorry, I have to ask are you knew here" he asked curiously, placing the bill in the cash register. I giggled. "Yes I am, I just moved here to live with my grandma" I said smiling. He seemed shocked for a moment, taken back by my Australian accent. " we're did u move from?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "Sydney, Australia "I said smiling at him. "Wow, that's a long way from here. What made u move to Tulsa?" He said now leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. I hesitated for a second, not wanting to bring up my dad. He must have seen the worried look on my face and instantly took back what he said. "S-sorry I shouldn't have asked" he said apologetically. "N-no it's okay, it's just family problems" I said looking down to my feet. There was an awkward silent for a few seconds before I broke it. "Well I must be on my way now, nice meeting you" I said grabbing my bag of things " yeah you too. Hey I didn't catch your name". he said shifting in his seat. "Amelia. Amelia Anderson" I said smiling. "Sodapop. Sodapop Curtis" he said returning a smile as I walked out letting the door shut behind me
