In Time
By: Kiersten Tyler
Chapter 1
It was a cold winter this year; snow would fall to the streets. Cold air would
tickle my rosy nose. I walked alone on the sidewalk, heading to the park to meet
up with Luke. Once I got there, I sat on the rusty old swings, lighting up my cigarette. A few minutes later, Luke showed up, “Tommy, you ready to rumble?” He
asked. “Yea, how about you brown eyes?” I asked punching his shoulder. Luke
is like my brother, I grew up with him my whole life. I call him brown-eyed Luke
or brown eyes; his eyes were so brown they could be black. He earned that nickname when I was in grade school. Anyway, Me, Luke, Jimmy, Marcel, Skippy,
and Chase are fighting the soc’s because they beat up my older brother Jack for
no reason at all, so I’m getting my revenge. Jack is the only family I got in my life
since my mom died from a heart attack when I was thirteen. I owe Jack for all he
has done for me.
When my boys showed up, the rumble was just beginning. Timothy Dean,
my most hated enemy, eyed me like a mad dog. “So, you greasers have any clean
clothes?” He smirked. “How’s your brother? He dead, yet? He deserved it for
being a greaser and all.” Luke held me back so I wouldn’t fight him before the
rumble. If I did the soc’s would win, and I would be in for a treat from my boys.
The soc’s cannot win. Not now, not ever. “You better watch that mouth, you
might end up like Jack, or worse, dead.” Jimmy stepped in. Right before the rumble started, I hear someone call to the soc’s. Angel, the new girl, moved here a
few weeks ago. “Boys, Stop! Timothy, Cathrine wants to talk to you, now or after
the rumble.” She half walked, have ran, holding her dress down so it wouldn’t
fly up. “Angie, baby, can’t you see I’m born to fight with greasers?” Timothy
said, acting like how I would talk. “What’s so bad about a greaser? They are just
like you.” She crossed her arms. I like her already, nonjudgmental. “They smell
weird, dress in dirty clothes—why are we talking about this?” he started to push