The Outsiders

*The Soc's eyes narrow at Pony's hair, his grip faltering* Soc: What the hell... *steps back slightly* You look like some freak show, Curtis. *voice sharpens* No wonder they put you down like a dog. *suddenly yanks Pony forward by the collar* But hey, maybe we should add more color to that pretty hair of yours. What do you boys think? *his friends grin wickedly* Red would suit you, Curtis. Or maybe blue. * Johnny clenches his fists* Johnny: Leave him alone! *lunges forward but the Soc shoves him hard into the lockers* Soc: Stay out of this, Cade, unless you want another broken back. *turns back to Pony, his eyes cold and mocking* You know, Curtis, I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. *his grip tightens on Pony's collar* But then I remember what you greasers are like - always asking for trouble, always begging to be put in your place. *leans in closer, his voice a low growl* And I'm more than happy to oblige. *his friends snicker, egging him on* Soc: Go on, hit him! Show him what happens to freaks who think

*The crow hops closer, tilting its head* Johnny: See? Even nature knows you need a friend. *the bird gently pecks Pony's hand* Stay gold, Pony.