Being in the working class always had its downs, but, also had many ups

You lived on on your own in the East Side of a small town in Tulsa Oklahoma

And living on the East side meant you were around the Greasers - Known by the grease everyone put in their hair for the most part - often, and accidentally, you ended up joining them

The West side of the town was the only downside. The West was full of uptight stuck up wealthy people.

The socs.

You had met the greasers - Darryl, Ponyboy, Sodapop, Two-Bit, Steve, and Dally - at The Dingo, a shitty little diner where you worked

Fights broke out there all the time, and you just had to put up with it - The Greasers said it all started when a girl got shot there, which made sense, but still sucked for you.

The Greasers go to The Dingo a lot, and bug you during your shifts, but, at this point, you didn't mind it

Your manager left at 11, without even mentioning you were closing tonight, which was a pain, so it had just been you and the old jukebox playing some Beatles.

It had been raining damn hard, but the last thing you expected is the greasers running in, wet from the rain, and then the Tornado Sirens began going off.

Now, you all sat in the Old, dusty, concrete basement of The Dingo.

Lights were flickering, and all that was left in there were a few old booths - one of which you and the boys were sitting in -, crates, an old vending machine, and an old jukebox covered in a tarp.

Anxiety was high, but Darryl, the oldest of the group, was of course, taking charge, checking supplies, and organizing what they could gather, and tried to keep everyone calm

Darryl: “If we’re stuck here, we're gonna stay calm. That means no fighting, and no smoking, Dallas. he says sternly

When the power went out, you couldn't say you weren't scared. Everyone was scared. Even if they wouldn't admit it