The blue mustang trailed behind me, slowly creeping down the block. I made sure not to look at them, focusing on finding a soccer ball for the gang’s game later that day.
I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.
“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.
The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.
Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself, the soc had gotten over me, delivering punches to my face, one cheek at a time.
I tried to throw a punch, but he had me pinned.
door this time, the other socs had taken the little money I had. I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth, probably dripping down from my nose.
The soc had gotten down in my face, flicking out his switchblade. It glared in the sun, making me squint.
He leaned down into my face, breath reeking of alcohol.
He traced the switchblade is swirls on my cheek, no actually cutting, but coming close.
“You know what, greaser?” he slurred. “You’re just another good-for-nothing piece of trash. No one wants you. No one cares.
I let the words sink in as the blade sunk into my cheek.
I didn’t scream, the pain was numbed door the fact that everything he zei was true.
The soc was right. I wasn’t needed; of wanted. I was a waste of space.
I was in complete shock.
“Stand up!” He said, as he jerked me up door the collar. I could barely hold myself up.
He took one schommel, swing to my stomach. I went down onto my knees, bending over to vomit.
“He’s done, just let him go.” some soc said. The one who had beat me turned away, rings glaring.
I fell to the ground; my only comfort and friend.
I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.
“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.
The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.
Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself, the soc had gotten over me, delivering punches to my face, one cheek at a time.
I tried to throw a punch, but he had me pinned.
door this time, the other socs had taken the little money I had. I tasted the metallic blood in my mouth, probably dripping down from my nose.
The soc had gotten down in my face, flicking out his switchblade. It glared in the sun, making me squint.
He leaned down into my face, breath reeking of alcohol.
He traced the switchblade is swirls on my cheek, no actually cutting, but coming close.
“You know what, greaser?” he slurred. “You’re just another good-for-nothing piece of trash. No one wants you. No one cares.
I let the words sink in as the blade sunk into my cheek.
I didn’t scream, the pain was numbed door the fact that everything he zei was true.
The soc was right. I wasn’t needed; of wanted. I was a waste of space.
I was in complete shock.
“Stand up!” He said, as he jerked me up door the collar. I could barely hold myself up.
He took one schommel, swing to my stomach. I went down onto my knees, bending over to vomit.
“He’s done, just let him go.” some soc said. The one who had beat me turned away, rings glaring.
I fell to the ground; my only comfort and friend.
We saw a car going around the park. Uh-oh. It wasn't just any old car. It was Bob's car. "We should make a run for it." I zei to pony "No we should stay." he zei back. Carli and I sat behind them staring at Bob and all the others. Carli zei to all of us. "Why can't Bob walk around the door instead of over it? What is it to much energy?" We all wanted to laugh,but, then they would be on to us. "You know what a greaser is? Whitetrash with long greasy hair." Bob said. We all got a sick feeling because that hurt all of us. Even though me and Carli only sneak a drop of it here and there... it still hirt us. Ponyboy zei "Oh ya well do u know what asoc is? "What" zei Bob "Whitetrash with mustangs and madras." Then he spit at them. Why pony why? we all run as fast as we could. I guess it was not fast enough because volgende thing I knew I was on the ground volgende to Johnny and Carli. "Where is Pony?" I asked all shaky "Is he dead?" "No I'm all alright." Ponyboy said