The Jump

A Walk Home

It was a cold Tuesday evening and my mother just finished her shift at the diner. All I had aten was some mashed potatoes and bread. My mom hates me. I was forced to walk home by my self a little after midnight. I was a greaser so I wasn't technically treated as well as the other girls that consider themselves socs. I was freezing. My mom had splashed water all over my clothes so that didn't help. My
anxiety was getting worse as the feeling that I was being watched grew. I turned down my stret. The house next to mine had a fence around it so maybe if something happened I could go there. But it was too late.
     A blue mustang had slowed down a couple times while passing by. It made me nervous. I sped up my walking to a jog. A few boys hopped out of the car and started walking towards me. I had a blade in my back pocket but I would never use it. I started to run, but I was lurched back by a tug on my jean jacket. I fell to the ground because whoever it was, was obviously drunk. I kicked in the side, then picked up only to get punched again. I screamed as loud as I could, half because of pain and half for help. The fenced in houses door swung open to reveal seven boys and a girl. The soc smacked my head against the concreate making me pass out cold. All I can remember was a blurry vision of the greaser being beat, almost to death. The blue mustang drove away and I was out cold.