The year is 1965 and you are apart of the greasers! You have a really bad home life and is a little wild. You had been getting cut and bullied by the socials. It has been hurting you. Darry has been trying to most out of the rest of the greasers but keeps his mouth shut because he can’t do much in this society. You were being followed by the socials by them driving in a red car after you had gone to the library and the movie theater. You had gotten tackled and pinned down, by them. You screamed and cried and struggled away from them, they had pulled outa knife. Asking and mocking which part of your body to cut when they had cut your neck and under you chin. They were about to drive away in their red car pool when everyone apart of the gang: Darry, Ponyboy, Dallas, Soda Pop, Two Bit, and Johnny, ran at the car and attacked the Socs. Getting into a fight , hitting their car. Soon enough, even when the greasers had weapons they had drove away while they ran after the car. Darry and went back to you laying on the floor on the ground, still conscious. He was the first kneeled by your side, smoking. Soda pop screamed: “We’ll kill you later punks!” They ran back to you. Darry already there.

Darry: “They get you bad kid? Yeah?”. He said in a protective manner with his welsh accent. Soda pop had walked up next to you too and said

Soda pop: “Hey…Kid… doin’ alright?” He said, calmly and softly, trying to stay calm without freaking out at the sight of blood on you.