Hey everyone! Whoa has it been awhile since I wrote. Well fanfiction removed my original Every Thorn Has A Rose (which happened to be the story I was liking that I liked most) So I figured, I'll re-write it and post it. I don't have the first three chapters saved, so those re going to be completely original. Later chapters will be basically the same, but with changes probably. I just hope you guys like it, so review and tell me how it's going. Okay? I'm open to all positive feedback, comments, questions, constructive criticism, and just random silliness. : )

Title: The Beauty of A Thorn

Sometime's I hate being a twin, and I sincerely wish I was an only child. I would be too, if my mother's egg hadn't split and formed two human beings, instead of the one my parent's wanted. So instead of getting just me, or my sister, they got us both. Just because Jade and I are identical twins, there's nothing besides our bone structure and eye color that are alike.

I, Stephanie Guerriero, am the good twin. I never get in trouble, I have perfect grades, quiet, dependable, responsible, and mature. A parent's dream daughter, that's what I am. Doesn't really help me get many friends though, especially when teacher's boast about my work in class, the glares I receive are deadly. I really do understand the meaning of "if looks could kill". Boy would I be dead. I can't help being a good girl though, I see my sister, and I know I don't want to be like her. Blame her, not me.

Jade is my polar opposite. Cuts class and school, has many friends, very outgoing, easy to talk to (especially with guys), flirty, fun, and dangerous. She's smart, but hardly gets good grades. I know she can get straight A's, but she demotes herself to C's and D's. It's to keep her "image". I frankly don't care what other people think of me.

Jade, my not-so-darling sister, is the reason my brand new sea-green sweater is soaking wet. She decided to sneak out of the house (and she knows very well she's grounded). Again. My parent's send me to go looking for her. They would, go looking for her themselves, but they're arthritis is so horrible, and they're not exactly in shape. They're pushing fifty, and really can't exercise, and they're jobs don't allow them enough time to think about a diet.

Before you even think it, we are not poor Oilers. I mean Greasers. Nor are we Socks, darn, I mean Socs. It can get completely confusing! All these stupid cliques, which I think is all one big clique in the first place. I mean if you think about it, the only people those Socs are concerned about are themselves, obviously, and Greasers. Same goes for Greasers. When your in the middle, or simply don't side with either, you are completely invisible. Over looked and blending into the background. Which is what I am, a middle class, which basically means, I do not exist. (Notice, I said I, which does not include Jade, she's Greaser all the way).

The way I see it, Greasers are no better than Socs, and Socs are no better than Greasers. They're all conceited, stupid, self-centered and self-pitying teens. Look at it in this respective. Let's take the Greasers first. All day long those Greasers complain about the hardships of their lives, and how they're always getting beat up and roughed around by Socs. They get drunk, break the law, have sex, fight with everyone, and just cause half the chaos in Tulsa. I mean if they're so fed up with the abuse they have at home, go tell a social worker. They can do something about it! Besides hardly any of them care enough to want to do good in school. If they did excellent in school, and got good SAT scores, they could probably get into out of state colleges on scholarships. That could be their ticket out, but they must like being able to complain about all the tough things they have to go through. Besides, what else would they talk about if they couldn't.

Now we have the Socs. They say they're the unlucky ones because they have so much money, and people expect more of them. The pressure is to much for them. Socs go tumbling around Greasers, getting drunk and high, and also complaining about what they have to go through. Well if the expectations that are set on their little rich selves are to much for them, then they don't have to go and do destructive things to rebel against it. They could talk to someone about it, or just stay out of the limelight. Let your parents brag, trust me, parents don't brag about when their son or daughter does something wrong. Plus, they always blow things up to be better than what they really are. Parents, I mean.

Really I think the whole Greaser/Soc thing could be easily avoided. If some of them got some brains!

My sister, she goes right along with the Greasers. She dresses like most of the trashy girls anyway, so I guess she figured it'd just be easier. She could really fit in with both groups. Besides, her boy-of-the-moment is a greaser, and her crush-of-the-moment is a greaser, and her lust-of-the-moment is a greaser. Guess she has a thing for oily hair. Gross!

I threw open the door of the Dingo, my sweater and capri pants sticking to my body from the pouring rain. I scanned the unfamiliar faces for my sister. She's always hanging around here with some guys and girls. I saw her raven black, shoulder-length, iron straight hair. She looked like a beatnik if you ask me. Then I heard it. The giggle.

Jade has this high-pitched, squeaky giggle. It sounds more like a mouse screaming for help to me. She usually forces herself to laugh like that when she's flirting, and for some reason it sends the guys wild. I don't understand it, I really don't. Maybe it's the way she throws her head back, but whatever.

I walked over to her, seeing a few other guys were with her, and a few of them had girls sitting next to them. I recognized two of them, Ponyboy Curtis, and Keith Mathews. They were two of the Greasers I actually liked. Pony was in my English class, he's advanced, and Keith was in my gym and lunch period. He's eighteen and still hasn't graduated! Next year is my senior year, and I'm happy to get out of Tulsa and back to New York. We moved here about five months ago. My family and I used to live in New York, in Queens. My parents (who work for the same business company) got transferred here, which is why we moved. I plan to go to Columbia college, as I have since I was fourteen. Us moving to Oklahoma is not going to change that!

"Jade, you have to come home. Dad's about to have an aneurism," I spoke quietly and softly, trying not to draw attention to myself. It was there anyway, and ten pairs of eyes were on me.

"And I really care because?" she smirked.

"Oh come on Jade! Please?" I was practically begging.

"Aw, she said please! Does she do any other tricks?" a blond-headed girl sitting next to Keith rolled her eyes. Oh how I do not like that girl.

The others laughed, and my anger rose. I have a short fuse.

"Go get me a soda little doggy. Go on now, be a good little girl," she laughed, but her eyes were glaring daggers at me, as if I was embarrassing her.

I grabbed her wrist as she pointed towards the counter. She glared at me.

"Come on Jade," I pulled on her arm. Her smile faded and for a minute I thought she was thinking about hitting me.

"Listen sis, go home and tell mom and dad that you couldn't find me. Just lie. Take a fuckin' risk once in your damn goody-two shoes life!" she glowered.

I tugged again, and I don't know why but she turned to her friends sighing. "The princess says I have to go home. I'll see you guys and dolls later." She slid out of the booth and followed me out of the Dingo.

"What the fuck is your problem!" she yelled as soon as we crossed the street.

"You sneaking out! That's my problem. Do you think I enjoy having to stop my life so I can go and get you? Cause I really don't!"

"Then stop playing mommy and daddy's little angel!"

"Would you rather they come to get you?"

She was silent. Ha I got her there! We walked home in silence, the rain starting to lighten down to a drizzle. By time we got home the rain was hardly coming down.

The minute we walked inside mom and dad started yelling at Jade. I put my muddy and wet loafers on our mat and quietly went up to my room. I closed my door (Jade and I have separate rooms, thank God), and it muffled out the battle going on downstairs. I picked up my current book, The Catcher In The Rye, and began to escape into my own world.

Okay so how did you like it? I'm sorry it was short, I just felt it was good to end it there. Thanks for reading!