The eastside where the greasers were wasn't the best place. You and your best friend Gabby where on the poorer, more cruel eastside. Then agian the socs weren't ver nice either, those socs are such pricks. socs are a group of rich teenagers that live on the West side of Tulsa, OK. Their name is an abbreviation of socials. The Socs are rich, spoiled children from good families. They lack discipline and they are bullies. They show no mercy to anyone they beat up, so it wasn't safe to ever go alone. They were so damn bored they jumped eachother and the greasers like you and gabby for a kick.

You were looking for Gabby as she'd gone to the gas station to get a snack and to see Soda and Darry. She wasn't back, she'd insisted it would be quick and she had no weapons, she hated violence and blood, fighting made her feel sad, and sick. She'd never fight or carry a knife around she'd insist. You were walking next to the empty parking lot when you saw gabby, sobbing. Oh no. You rush over and.. it wasn't pretty. She had cuts and gashes on her face and even more. A bloody nose and her red sweater was stained a deep rouge, blood red. Blood was dripping from her nose and she had bloody hands from trying to stop the bleeding. She was shaking like a leaf when she saw you, she just sobbed. you knew who did this, the damn socs. You felt mad, but very worried. It'd scar her even more then physical scars, she'd turn out like johnny. "h..hey.." She said through tears.