Me, Jack, Jo, Mike, Mark, and Norman were all on our way to the DX gas station to get a few snacks. Jack had a few bruises from that bird stunt he pulled. I remembered everything he did and is doing now. That kid is some trip. He's the kinds of kid you have to sit down and think about. He worries a lot of adults. Being the fact he's eight and knows were babies comes from and everything there is to know behind it adds on to comedy train, but he's a good buddy to have.

I tried to talk but it hurt. The doc gave me a shot of something that numbed my mouth after pulling my teeth. I can't wait for it to wear off.

We were half way to the DX when a group of Socs came out of an ally.

"Hey greasers,'' they said to taunt us. I was shocked. Normally they don't pull surprise moves like this. They usually yell at you and basically tell you their going to jump you. This whole fad should be over by now but thanks to that big fight it was going to last for God knows how long.

Norman looked scared. Jo was apprehensive. Mike stood their with grim expression on his face, and Mark and Jack made faces at them.

"What do you losers want?'' I asked them trying jot to sound scared. I was the oldest one at the moment..

"How about we cut your long greasy hair?''

"Try us,'' Mike told them and grabbed his blade. To try not to look like a total loser I grabbed the one my dad gave me and walked beside him.

" Oh my, my. You greasers are pretty tough, but lets see how you really are.'' They attacked us. Mike and I did everything we could to protect everyone else. Jack was too, even if all he was doing was hitting them in the head with his tennis rackets. After a while I got mad. Obviously my blade wasn't working so I took a beer bottle lying on the ground and broke it on the curb. The end was sharp and could surpass any blade. I grabbed the nearest Soc and started talking loud enough for everyone to stop fighting and look at me.

" THAT'S IT. I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU SOCS AND YOUR SHIT. IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR FRIEND WILL GET HURT!'' I screamed at the top of my lungs. That was bold of me. I'm not much of a curser and I would never dear to hold a sharp object that close to someone, but that Soc really hacked me off. I looked a him. He couldn't of been older than me.

"Hey take it easy. We'll get out of 'ere.''

I let the Soc go and they all scattered. Everyone was looking at me wide eyed.

"What's got ya in such a twist?'' Mark asked me while examining the bottle that remained in my hands.

"I don't know. Come on let's get goin'.'' They all nodded and followed me. Jack and Norman didn't look so hot. I knew Jack would be okay since he gets into fights all the time but Norman usually tries to stay away from hem as much as possible. He looked real shaken up so I walked over to him.

"Hey buddy. You okay?''

"Yeah I'm just a little spooked.

"You sure?''

"Yeah, come on let's catch up. I need a Pepsi or something.''

"Okay.'' I could tell he was really scared. He didn't deserve being attacked by Socs. He was just a kid. We all were.

As we approached the DX I saw Sussie's dad Steve fixing somebody's car. When he saw us his jaw dropped.

"What happened to you guys?''

"Socs,'' was all Jo said.

"Did all of you get attacked?''

"Yeah,'' Jack answered showing him all the hate in his voice.

"Here come in. We'll get you kids patched up.''

We all followed him inside and saw Jack's uncle Soda working the register. Steve walked up to him and told him we needed some band aids and whatnot.

"What happened? Were you kids attacked by dogs?''

"Socs,'' Norman answered coldly.

"Same thing,'' Mark said with straight face. He was trying to not laugh at his own joke.

"Here let's get you kiddies patched up.''

"We would've gotten the smack to us worse if Ean didn't go all psycho and pull out that fancy broke bottle of his,'' Jack explained.

"You know Jack now we gotta kick footballs through those Socs windows,'' Jo said then nudged Jack's shoulder.

"You know it," Jack replied with a smile; an evil smile. He and Jo always got revenge on the Socs by vandalizing their cars and houses. I always wanted to take part in it but I did my parents would kill e and dance on my grave.

"I'm not even going to ask what you two are talking about?'' Steve said while shaking his head.

"I wonder what it would be like to have a normal nephew,'' Soda said while rolling his eyes. I had to agree with him on that. Jack and Jo were anything but normal.

Soda fixed up Jack, Jo, Mike and Mark. Steve helped me and Norman.

"So kid what exactly happened?'' Steve asked while applying a band aid to my bleeding face.

"We were all walking down the street then a couple of Socs came out and attacked us. We tried fightin' 'em but we couldn't. I had to shatter a beer bottle and threaten them sot hey would leave us be.''

Norman was sitting in the corner picking at the bandages on his face. He spoke.

"Man hitting those Socs felt pretty good.'' That scared me. Norman hated fights and now all of a sudden he loved them?

"Norm are you okay? That's not like you.''

"I'm better than ever.''

"We'll kiddo you best be bein' careful. You never know when those Socs will strike again. They ain't as bad as they used to be, but they still are trouble.''

"I know.''

"Good thing the girls weren't with you.''

Norman stood up. " I better be goin'. Dad's probably lookin' for me. Thanks for letting me crash at your place E.''

After Steve fixed me up I walked home. During my walk I remembered my dad telling me to be careful. Uh oh.

When I walked into my house I closed the door quietly in hopes no one would hear. My hopes were smashed when dad looked up from his newspaper and jumped to his feet.

"What the hell happened to you?'' After he yelled mom came in to see what was going on.

"Ean ,baby what happened?'' mom asked then walked over to me. I looked in the mirror we hung above the phone. I looked worse than I thought. I had a black eyes, my lips were cut up, and my nose was swollen.

"Man Ean what happened?'' Annie asked me with sympathetic eyes.

"When me and the guys were walkin' were jumped by Socs.''

"Didn't you use your blade?'' dad asked while getting mad.

" I tried but it didn't do anything.'' I tried to walk away but grandpa came out and stopped me.

"Kid you best be tellin' us who did this.''

"I don't know who they are.''

My dad started to fight with him and in the next minute they were yelling at each other. Step grandma came in. Probably to see what was with all the noise.

"What's with all this racket? Is all this family does is yell?'' She looked at me. When she got a good loom she placed her hands over her mouth.

Everyone started yelling at each other. I managed to sneak away into my room. I close the door and laid on my bed hoping to fall asleep, but it never came.