It started as a normal Friday, I was happy, the sun was shining but then I remembered. Moving day. My family was moving somewhere far away from our home in California.

They say the scenery is beautiful and that there are many girls my age, but I'm not very likable what with my uncontrollable attitude. After the long drive we finally arrived in Tulsa, Oklahoma. There was a boy next door he looked tough, scary almost. The next morning I awoke to my brother running around the room screaming, "I WANT ICE CREAM!"

I decided to go for a walk so I pulled on a black V-neck, my dark skinny jeans, and my Osiris'. "IM LEAVING." I screamed walking out the door. The warm summer air hit my face the second I stepped out. the whole neighborhood was surrounded with trees of all types and lots of old cars and run down houses.

"Hey there, sweetheart." I heard a strange voice call out, I then turned around to see the voice had a face. It was the boy from last night. He was wearing jeans with rips and tears everywhere, a leather jacket, and motorcycle boots.

"Go flatter someone else 'cause I don't wanna hear it." I yelled back, I heard there are lots of robberies in this neighborhood I sure hoped he ain't one of them.

"What're ya doin out here all by your lonesome? You ain't going near them soc's are ya?" He asked completely ignoring my comment. Ah, soc's I've heard of them, they're nothing but trouble. I hope they stay away from me.

"No I'm not even if I am what's it to ya?" I yelled stopping and turning around.

"Wouldn't want a pretty face like yours gettin' messed up by them.' he smirked.

"Whatever, WAIT. Did you just hit on me?!" I was so shocked yet offended.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Mind if I walk with ya?" he said it like it was a normal thing to say.

"Ugh whatever, just don't ever do that again" I said disgusted.

"Do what?" he grinned from ear to ear.

"Hit on me, DUH!" was he retarded or something?!

"Can't promise anything sweetheart." he grinned once again.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I screamed immediately regretting it. Right behind me were about four tough looking guys, soc's I'm guessing. "CRAP!" now I really wished I had taken that karate class last year.

"Hey guys we aren't looking for any trouble, she don't know nothing about greasers leave her alone." the boy said stepping in front of me. I'm not sure I looked it but I was pretty sure I crapped my pants scared.

"Sure looks like it." the tallest boy flipped out a switch blade. Ok if I didn't crap my pants earlier, I just did. He lunged at me tackling me.

"GET OFF!" I screamed, he soon stuck the blade up to my throat.

"SHUT UP or this'll be stuck in your windpipes!" he yelled. I noticed that the other three soc's held the boy down. The one holding me down began to drag the blade along my throat leaving small cuts that hurt like heck!

"PLEASE! STOP!" I screamed. right then about 6 boys and a girl my age came running towards us.

"GO GET DALLY, I GOT THE GIRL!" the oldest looking boy yelled. The girl and two boys helped Dally up then he ran over to me. They pulled the guy off me but not before he stabbed my leg with the switchblade.

"GAHHH!" I screamed in agony. I closed my eyes and just lie there holding my leg.

"Hey um what's your name?" Dally asked.

"Ivy," I whispered.

"Hey Ivy open your eyes for me ok? Just focus on looking at me ok?" Dally whispered back. I opened my eyes and saw lots of people standing around. It shocked me that Dally was being so kind, he seems like the tough, angry type. Suddenly I felt his strong arms pick me up and I was lifted into the air. "Remember look at me." he whispered once again. I looked up at his cold icy blue eyes, the ones that moments ago looked so cold were now kind, scared, and worried. As if he thought I was dead or something. As he carried me he held me as if I was made of glass and could break at any moment. After a little while I passed out from all the pain. but just before I heard the girl say,

"You just couldn't keep your big mouth shut could you Dally?!"