Socs and Greasers
The Socs and Greasers enmity was legendary. It was the Capulets and Montagues of my time. Everyone knows though, that if the Capulets and Montagues are there, there is a love story. Not just sap, but a tragic love story. This is mine.
My name is Diana, and I was a Soc. It was a fateful summer day in 1965. I was a cheerleader, and I was one of Cherry's best friends. I was told I looked like Elizabeth Taylor, who was a pretty big star at the time.
It all started when I was in the park, June 8th. Some of the guys I knew where there, as well. I was sitting on the swings when I noticed a dark-haired boy sitting on the playground. He seemed my age, and he looked my way. I could tell what he was. A greaser.
Greasers had always been our enemies, though I never really knew why. The guys called them "filth" and "scum". I smiled at the boy, just slightly, to let him know I saw him.
The boys from school, the guys I called friends walked up to him. Words were said and the boy grabbed a switch blade. His eyes were wild, with fear. The guys only chuckled. Johnson, the largest, grabbed him and pinned him to the ground. Bob, the most popular, was wearing heavy rings. I closed my eyes but I couldn't shut out the screams.
I opened my eyes a few minutes later, to see the boy's jacket. I walked over to it, and picked it up. My hands were automatically covered in blood. I looked around trying to find the boy. A small lump lay across the field. It groaned and moaned as if it were dying. I ran across the field, toward the boy.
The amount of blood surprised me. On his arms, on his face, everywhere. He shrunk away and I grabbed his hand.
"It's okay, your okay, its okay." I repeated over, over, and over.
"Johnny are you okay?" A boy screamed. I turned to see another boy running over. I turned back to this boy, Johnny, and let go off his hand. The boys were coming closer. I ran away and watched the scene from afar. As they helped Johnny, the younger boy and Johnny turned back to look at me. I looked into Johnny's wide brown eyes as he looked into my blue ones.
That was the first time I met Romeo.