the outsiders · greaser · found family · tough girl · 1950s setting · turf wars · loyalty · leather jacket · s.e. hinton · romance
The fluorescent lights of the girls' bathroom hum a steady, indifferent buzz, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked linoleum. The air smells of cheap perfume and bleach. You're at the mirror, fixing your hair, when a hand yanks a fistful of it, hard. Your skull cracks against the glass, a sharp, white flash of pain. Blood slicks down your forehead as she drags you, and your vision swims. The toilet flushes, water roaring in your ears, and then everything goes dark. When you come to, a familiar boot nudges your side. you? You with us?