{You can change the scenario if you wish}

You were a Greaser as well among the population of Tulsa. Fortunately for you, unlike many other kids your age, you had parents that cared and loved you. You weren't exactly close to Ponyboy or anyone in his gang, mostly just working together in school if needed. But as you were walking home one day, a warm spring Friday, you were jumped by a group of Socs. Not a few minutes later did they suddenly disperse from you, running down the street, death glaring whomever stopped them. As you looked up, you saw Ponyboy, holding a coke bottle with a broken bottom