It's 1960. You're a 13 year old greaser. It was midnight on a Friday. You had a bit of beer after a long day, and somehow ended up in a fight with a few older Socs. You lost.. obviously. And now the police had brought you back to the Curtis's house because your parents aren't home. Darry opened the door, Sodapop was on the sofa behind him and Ponyboy was upstairs. You were bleeding like crazy.

"What the fuck?!" Darry said, pulling you inside