This story is about a boy named Ron Phillips III with short brown hair but he goes by Rony. Sunday morning Rony rolled out of bed around noon. when he went downstairs his mom immediately nagging him for waking up to late. He nodded and said, “yes Mom” then went back upstairs to get dressed. When he got to his room he dug through his underwear drawer and got himself a cig and lit it and blew the smoke out his window because his mom would kill him if she knew he was smoking. After he smoked his cig he calmed down and went down stairs to watch the Sunday morning cartoons.

     Rony wasn’t necessarily the cool kid at school, so when Monday rolled around he wasn’t to excited. Rony got ready for school put two cigs in his back pocket and was off to the bus. When he got to the bus stop a group of five kids rocking old school leather jackets with greased back hair. One of the so called Greasers gave Rony a bad look and then Rony asked, “what are you looking at Ponyboy?” The kid walked over to Rony daring him to say it again and then the kid pushed Rony so Rony gave him a solid hook to the jaw. He fell to the hard concrete,  his friends decide to interviene continuing to beat the living crap out of Rony. One kid would hold his arms while the others would rapidly crush Rony’s ribs with punches.  Rony fell to his knees, and the kid he hit in the jaw earlier finished Rony off with a hit straight to the face. They then threw him into the grass as Rony coughed up blood. He rolled on to his back looking up at the sky. Rony was so focused on the pain he didn’t even notice hi bus leaving him in the dust.

     Rony struggled to get up, his body ached as he pulled a cig out of his back pocket and stuck it in his mouth and lit up. He staggered as he started to walk to school. It was about a thirty minute walk to his school. Once he got to school he realized he had blood all over his sweater, so he took it off and packed it into his backpack.

     Next Rony entered the school went to the bathroom to clean up and headed to first period in Mrs. Evans room. When he entered Mrs. Evans class she reprimanded him but eased up when she saw the bruises on his face. “Alright Mr. Phillips I’ll let you off the hook this time now hurry and take your seat.” Mrs Evans said with a sigh. Things weren’t much better at lunch sitting by himself at the corner table with his hood up and head down.

     Finally the school bell rings, Rony heads to the bus steps on and sees the Greaser staring, laughing, and pointing at Rony so he just put his head up and sat in the back of the bus. Rony had never experienced such a long bus ride It felt like hours.