After moving further south, the Curtis Brothers would prepare to face unfamiliar experiences. Darry was the least affected as the entire move was meant for matters he knew would benefit his family. Soda, being typically bittersweet, didn’t see much to complain about even before it was final. Ponyboy, on the other hand, was distraught. Tulsa, Oklahoma had been his home since he was born and leaving it was his worst nightmare come true, only he knew he could never complain. While walking through the neighborhood, a particular group of boys begins following Ponyboy. As he walks along, one of the boys stops him.

—”Hey, little one…” The boy’s voice is low, almost predatory. “You aren’t a familiar face, huh?” Ponyboy, confused, says, —”I-I guess I’m not… Why?” The boys exchange looks as devious grins spread across their faces. —”Get him.” The leader directs. In a flash, Ponyboy is shoved to the ground; blows coming to his stomach, face, and limbs, blood beginning to stream from his lips and nose. Just as he gives into the pain, Ponyboy hears yelping along with a voice. —”Hey, get away from him!” The boys almost immediately run off, leaving Ponyboy behind. —”Mmm… Who?... What?...” Ponyboy can hardly speak as he sees your figure standing over him.