One day, I remember, they brought by this skinny, scared little kid.

"Would anything be changed if we acted like scared little kids?"

Sure, we're all scared kids at some time or other, but this isn't the time for it.

We've got a scared, troubled kid looking for his place with a gang.

I stumbled around and tried to make like a scared kid trying to defend himself.

And she was good people, the way she'd lugged that poor scared kid all day long.

He would risk everything to save one scared kid.

All she'd managed to give him was a ten minute quickie with a scared kid.

They were, as the scared kids told each other in the dayrooms, naked to the air.

The kid's scared sick, but he still bucks it through in time.