I was on my way home pagina from the Dingo, and it was starting to get dark. Usually, I wouldn't walk home pagina door myself when it's dark out, but I only lived a few blocks away. It was a cold November night, and I shivered a little when the fall breeze blew past me. There were leaves rustling around on the ground, and they looked like mini tornadoes the way the swirled in circles. As I was walking, I saw two headlights in front of me, and it appeared to be a red mustang. 'Socs' I zei to myself. I began to get a bit nervous, because I have heard stories from Johnny about Greasers getting jumped door Socs....