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The Soc's Revenge: Chapter 4:

Pony's POV:

Two overly large police officers threw me and Soda into a small room in the police station. Soda was trying to calm me down because I was getting scared. I really wished I could cry right then and there. But everyone knew that greasers didn't cry infront of the fuzz. Some people think greasers shouldn't cry at all. But I wanted to. I didn't want to go to the boy's home. I heard stories of things that happen there and in the foster homes you get sent to.

"It's alright," Soda said. "Everything will be ok."

Just then, the door opened and a cop walked in. He looked mean so I sat behind Soda so he could protect me.

"I see you boys have caused some trouble," he said. "I don't like trouble. Especially from you filthy greasers."

I was winced when he said "filthy greasers." I had no idea that the police could be so mean.

"We didn't do anythin'," Soda told the officer. "It ain't our fault! That stupid soc was hurtin' us!."

The officer laughed like Soda had said something funny. Then he left. A little while later he came back with a weird smile on his face.

"I think we have found a very good punishment for you two," he announced.

"What," I asked.

The cop sat down in a chair that was infront of me and Soda. He put a file folder on the table next to us.

" James' parent's have decided on a fit foster home for you boys." he replied.

I nearly fell over with shock. Soda had to grab my arm to keep me from falling off the chair. He looked like he might cry. They couldn't send us to foster homes. Me and Soda needed to live with Darry.

"Where," Soda asked; his voice barely above a whisper.

"You'll still be in your neighborhood with the other greasers," he explained. "Except, you will be living with Warden Bowden. The warden of the reformatory."

Now, my face went pale and my stomach gave a violent twist.. I heard about Warden Bowden. Dally told our gang some stories from the reformatory. He told us really freaky stories about how he was really mean and he used to hurt the kids. Especially the greasers. And me and Soda were sentenced to go live with him. Soda looked as horrified as I felt.

"Let's go," the officer ordered. "It's time to go home."