When I walked home from school, I guess I was a little lost in thought. It was my first day in a new school, I had just moved from New York. I met some people I liked here, I guess, but no one that I would actually want to hang out with.
In New York, I had plenty of friends. Most of my friends were guys, which was just fine with me. We hung out and they were my reason for getting out of bed in the morning. Whenever my parents were really hitting me, they were there and helped me find a place to crash for the night.
They were the ones who gave me my affectionate nickname, Scar, because I had a scar from my collar bone all the way down my arm. I had that scar since I was seven and fell off of a telephone pole. Nobody called me by my real name anymore, Gena.
We had gangs in New York, too, but I'd been informed by my friends that down here in Tulsa, it was the Greasers vs. the Socs. Apparently, since I lived on the "wrong" side of the tracks, I was a Greaser.
Anyway, I was a little lost in thought so I didn't hear the Socs Mustang until they were right behind me, yelling "Whatsa pretty girl like you doing out here all by her lonesome."
I walked a little faster, hoping that I would see someone on the street. Unfortunately, the roads seemed empty on all sides of me. I had been lost in thought too long, and the sun had gone down.
The Socs were still right behind me and I was getting scared, so I took off running, screaming bloody murder.
Somebody was on me, and I was knocked over. Whoever was on me put his knee on my chest and held my hands down on the sidewalk, so that I was pinned. His friend, who was right behind him, pulled out a blade and put it to my throat.
"You better stop that screamin' or I'll cut your voice box out for ya," said the one with the blade. I quieted down, but I was still struggling and I spit at the one who was pinning me down.
"You're gonna' pay for that," said the one with the blade. He had a sick, masochistic smile on, and moved the blade down to my stomach. I bit my lip as he pushed the blade into my skin, making a small scratch.
The one who was pinning me down laughed and took his knee off of my chest, but he kept my hands pinned down. As he moved, I saw that there were two more Socs behind them, both with their own blades.
I knew that even if I got free of the two Socs pinning me down, I couldn't get away from four, even if they were stupid.
I was desperate though, so I kicked up at the Soc with the blade and pulled my hands away from the other Soc. I kicked, punched, bit, and screamed, hoping somebody would hear me and get the Socs off of me.
One of the Socs kicked me real good in my gut and I could feel my rib breaking. I gasped and stopped screaming, curling up in a ball so they couldn't get my stomach again.
The same Soc that kicked my stomach viciously kicked my head and I cried out in pain as black dots clouded my vision. The Socs got a few more kicks before they started punching me. One Soc in particular hurt the most, punching me with the rings on his fingers.
I got on my hands and knees and tried to crawl away but I was too weak and collapsed in the middle of the street. Great I thought now I'm gonna' get run over by a car.
I was about to give into the darkness clouding my vision when I saw four buff Greasers heading toward me. They were all laughing, they hadn't seen me yet.
This was my last chance; the Socs were almost on me again. I took a deep breath and screamed at the top of my lungs. The Socs put a hand on my mouth, but it was too late. The Greasers had seen me and the Socs, and they were headed toward us, looking angry.
The Soc that was on me was yanked off of me, and I heard the sound of people running away. I couldn't see very well anymore, everything was going blurry, but I did see the blue mustang driving away.
The Greasers were around me now, talking in hushed tones. One of them must have realized that I was shivering, because there was a jacket around my shoulders.
"Sweetie, can you hear me, are you alright?" One of the boys was asking, gently shaking me. The shaking hurt, so I groaned and turned over.
The last thing I remember before everything went black was somebody lifting me into their arms.