Stone Greasers Narrative
“Charlie, get up you’re going to be late!”, said my mother Pam. It’s a bright and early Friday morning in Hillvalley, California. I kept telling myself just make it through today Charlie, just try to make it. After school I’m going out to party with some of my friends from our gang, we’re called the Stone Greasers. I had to run a mile in order to get onto my bus for school. Once I got on the bus I saw my best friend, Timmy, as white as a ghost. I approached to him slowly and calmly, “Did it happen again Timmy?” “Yeah, it seems like every day my folks try to hurt me or something.”
Most days I usually let Timmy stay with me so he doesn’t have to go through his parents fighting all the time. What seemed like forever finally came, we arrived at