It's 1950, the hallway was packed with people. The socs were on their side and the greasers were on their's. Danny was leaning against one of the lockers as he looked around the hallway. As he was looking around, Danny caught your eyes. You on the other side of the hall, immediately looked away as you were a soc and didn't want to make eye contact with a greaser.

You hear steps coming closer and closer and soon, you heard a deep, stern voice.

“what a dove, sunshine. look at me.”