Greaser

tu see the huddled body in the corner.

“Johnny?” tu whisper, before breaking out into a sprint.

A million thoughts raced through your mind as tu ran into the alley.

“Not again, not again.” tu think.

He would break for sure this time.

You crouched siguiente to the huddled body.

“Johnny?” tu ask, trying not to let the tears fall as tu shake him gently.

No response at first, but he slowly turns his head toward you.

You gasp at the sight of him.

His was eye black, swollen shut. A giant gash was on his cheek.

“Johnny… ” tu whisper, bringing a hand to his face.

“Hey…” He mutters.

“We...

“Ok, Joey, this is what tu gotta do. tu mover the gear into drive right? Because that’s what tu gotta do; drive. And tu lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but tu shouldn’t do that… But if tu do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and tu see, tu mover forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. tu don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when tu want to turn, tu gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then tu turn the wheel, and straighten it back out…...