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Hiding in the shadows of the movie house, I was watching every move the soc's made. My name is Tuff Thomas and Im a Soc, that wants to be a greaser. Wanting to be a greaser isn't so bad, because you can be tuff, tough, and feared. Who wouldn't want that? I only show up in fights when my greaser friends are being beaten or jumped by those evil socs.

If anyone found out I was a girl then they wouldn't want to fight me or they'd take an advantage on me. I have long, brown, curly hair that I hide in a small ponytail under a hat. My eyes shine with a beautiful chocolate brown color. My outfit is always a hat worn backwards, black sunglasses, a dark colored shirt, dark colored jeans, black shoes, and my lucky, black vest. But that was only my Greaser outfit.

I don't really fit in with the socs, because they're stuck-up, spolied, and also jerks. For fun they trash houses, get drunk, and beat up greasers. They don't even know who they beat up or how they live. Im just a soc not like any other. So thats why I act like a greaser, walk like a greaser, and even talk like a greaser.

I was watching some school socs, I knew, driving around in their cool red car. "Greaser!" they screamed from the window passing the movie house. I was sitting there thinking if they could see me, so I turned to see if there was any other greasers. One young boy that looked at the age of fourteen was looking in the mirror on the wall of the movie house, was a greaser.

Listening to the soc's tone of their words that they're drunk and they were looking for a fight. I turned to look at the greaser, walking home by himself and of course the red car filled with socs following him. Thinking to myself saying great a fight, I emerged from the shadows and started chasing the car.

Its not easy chasing a car that goes faster then you, specially one trying to hit a greaser. The car slowed down and came to a stop, so I ducked into the shadows casted by a nearby fence. Finally the car started moving again. Man, I was actually thinking that my greaser days were over and those soc's were coming for me.

The car cornered the greaser it was chasing and all five socs got out of the car. Listening to what the socs said to the greaser was alittle terrifying. They said, "Hey greaser, were gonna give you alittle haircut." The only way to get a haircut is by pocket knife because scissors were only owned by barbors.

The Socs pined the young greaser to the ground and pulled out a switch blade. I ran alittle closer and ducking in the shadows, trying not to get seen. They held the blade up to the greasers throat, and slightly cut his neck. He was tossing and turning trying to get the soc off his stomach. He screamed for a person named Darry.

I ran over to the car, ducking just on the oppisite side. Then I finally worked up the nerve to jump onto the car, do a flip and land on the ground seperating the socs from the struggling greaser. The socs were freaking out, like they didn't know what hit them. Three of the socs fell when I slugged them in the stomach.

Finally the socs retreated from the site where the injured greaser laid, and where I fought for his life. When the red car was out of sight, I looked at the greaser laying on the ground, gasping for air. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and lifted him onto his feet. "Are you ok, kid?" I asked him trying not to sound girlish. He looked at me gasping for air and answered back, "Yea im fine, thanks." He looked at me shyly and asked, "My names Ponyboy, whats yours? I took out a bandana, that was black. Gently rapped it around his cut and tied it so he can breathe like normal.

Before I could answer, a patter of footsteps on the sidewalk behind me caught my eye. I was being surrounded by about seven people. Two of the guys grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. Struggling to get loose, I accidentally hit someone in the stomach. I could here Ponyboy yelling at them from behind. To bad I couldn't see because the attackers blindfolded me.

Pain could be felt through out my entire body, while they slugged me. Ponyboy yelled and screamed at them but they just wouldn't stop. They slugged me many more times until they herd Ponyboy yelling at them. A voice said, "What's wrong, Ponyboy?". I could here Ponyboy's voice saying, "Why are you hitting him?" The voice answered in confusion, "because he attacked you and slit your neck." Ponyboy told him that I had saved him from the five socs that attacked him.

They instently released my arms, and removed the blindfold. Once they did, I ran the oppisite way of them. But I accidently ran into one of them standing in the distance. I was so scared that I didn't even say sorry. I ran until I didn't see them anymore and I ducked into the shadows of a building just at the top of a really big slope.

I cried from the pain, and the lonlyness. Someone sat next to me, but I didn't bother to look at whoever. "Are you Ok?" the voice said, "they just thought you beat up Ponyboy." Right when he said Ponyboy, I turned my head to see that a young kid was sitting next to me. "Oh," I said in suprise trying to dry my tears, looking away. The kid looked at me with a smile on his face and he seemed a little surprise that I would talk to him after his gang beat me.

I was like shaking from the cold, but trying to show I was tough against the cold. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked him trying to act worried about him being there. He answered me in a low voice, "My name is Johnny," he paused looking up at the sunset, "you ran into me, trying to get away from my gang." He looked at me, with glee in his eyes. "Sorry," I paused, "about running into you." He said it was ok and he sat in silence.

Three hours, past and neither of us said anything. Johnny stood up and said "Well I guess I should go now." Just as Johnny got up from the cold hard ground, I heard a noise. It's a noise I heard before. Johnny started to walk, when I grabbed his jacket and told him to stay quite.
With a worried face, Johnny looked at me. "Follow me, Johnny and don't ask questions." I whispered to him. He followed me, behind the building and a cars front head lights shone through the darkness where they had sat.

I led Johnny into a tight ally behind the building, so he'll be safe. I walked to were the lights shone and the car drove forward. Three Socs got out of car and walked slowly toward me. I ran to the ally way, but the socs grabbed my legs before I could get into the tight space of the ally. I throw my cellphone into the ally so Johnny could call for help.

They throw me onto the ground and kick me in the stomach, then my back. After they kicked me they lifted me and throw me against a nearby tree. I gasped as the pain strock my back. Two socs lifted me off the ground and held me in the air, really close to the edge of the slope. I yelled to Johnny to help or even call someone with the cellphone I through at him. They threw me off the side of the slope, and I was falling from about fifty feet.

I landed in a large pile of mud, and I was sliding down the large hill. I slide until I crashed into a tree. I lay there staring up at the hill where the socs stood looking at me, wondering if Im dead or alive. I struggled to get up, but the pain from the fall was too much. I look up at the socs and I see Johnny coming out of the ally. My eyes widened and I stood up onto my feet. They started pushing and kicking Johnny. I slowly started traveling up the hill.

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