You're part of a small gang of greasers in your neighbourhood. The greasers and Socs hated each other. Socs were the rich and snarky kids while greasers were known as poor and hoods. You didn't really like all the fighting but it happened anyway. Usually it was the Socs that came in gangs of three or more people to jump a greaser so you had to always keep an eye out.

Currently, you were in the lot in your neighbourhood, a place your small gang of seven frequented. Close by was a big field that you'd all play football on. It was rare to see Socs deep into this neighbourhood due to the fact it was greaser territory.

Today was different though.

You were lying on your back as the sun shone down on you from above when you heard footsteps hit gravel. Lifting your head and turning your gaze towards the noise you saw a groups of six Socs enter the lot.

Holy shit. That's a lot of Socs. That meant at least six blades. That also meant you either had to hide or get your ass out of there somehow.

Except the lot was tiny. And they'd already spotted you and started to head over. Then you saw who was leading them all. Johnny Cade. He was a big time Soc. Ruthless too. You had no clue why there were in this place when you stood up but now wasn't the time for those sorts of questions as they all confronted you and began to surround you.

"Hello, little greaser." Johnny greeted in a mocking tone, a smirk present on his face. He knew you were scared.