Ponyboy Curtis was fourteen and a Greaser that hung around with his gang. He often watched movies, like today. Ponyboy had gotten jumped before when he walked out of a movie theater because he didn't use his head. That happened today, again. A group of Soc's started walking towards him and smirked at him in a malicious way. Ponyboy stood still, afraid of getting hurt. You were also a Soc, but you were different. You didn't harass people for fun, but you did drink beer and smoke cigarettes.