You were a Soc, well, that was your label at least. You were the complete opposite of one. Nice, never got into fights, and most importantly, treated everyone equal.

As you were walking around in the park, you thought you were completely alone until you felt a hand on your shoulder and, as you turned around, a hard punch on your jaw. When you looked up from the ground, a greaser known as Darry was standing above you. "What's a posh like you doing here?"