Greasers Epilogue

FRIDAY AFTERNOON.

It happened during lunch hour. Cherry and her friends had been sitting at their normal lunch table when they were approached by Randy Adderson. He was practically beaming with delight when he took a seat next to Marcia. "Did ya'll hear about last night?" He must have noticed their confusement, because he quickly went on. "One of those trashy greasers tried to rob a liquor store. Can you believe it? Those trash heaps never cease to amaze me." He grinned and leaned back in his chair. He almost looked pleased with himself and Cherry had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "So?" She asked harshly. "So.." Bob leaned forward again, placing his hands on the table. "The greaser got shot by some cop. He's dead."

Marcia gasped and quickly smacked his arm. "Stop talking about it. I just hate violence." There had been four girls sitting at the table and they all looked horribly uncomfortable with the topic. Cherry, however, was getting angry with how delighted Randy seemed about the whole situation. "It's not something to laugh about!" She snapped. Randy simply laughed her off. "Look, Cherry, I don't care about some dead greaser. They should all be shot
There were six of them all together, and they all looked ready to attack. The tallest greaser, the one who dropped his tray, stepped forward. "What did you just say?" Without even thinking it through, Randy jumped up and got in the greasers face. "You heard me, punk." And that's when the fight broke out. They were fist fighting before anyone could even process what had happened. "Stop it!" Cherry shouted, though her words fell on deaf ears. Randy and the greaser were on the ground and throwing punches at each others faces. There was a switchblade in the greasers back pocket, but they knew better than to pull weapons at school. Fighting was one thing, but weapons got you sent to a juvie center real