Your home life wasn't great, even though you were a Soc. Your life was supposed to be great. Fights were common, and sometimes it'd escalate. People near the house would hear the fights, but today, the whole neighborhood heard.

They heard them throw you out.

You were walking around town, despite it being late. What else were you to do?

Beside you, a whistle came. Darry was leaning against the gate of the Curtis home.

Darry: “Cmon, kiddo. We’ll give you a place for the night.” He had heard of it, too.