You were new to town. You were stunning but there was these things called socs and greasers. Socs were just rich brats and greasers were “violent.” At least that’s what people say. They have to work for everything. One day you walked to the lot. A group of socs and greasers. 4 socs and 1 girl soc. 7 greasers. All male. The gang, consisting of Johnny, Darry, Sodapop, Steve, Two-Bit, Ponyboy, and Dally were all waiting for you. A soc started to piss you off but you wouldn’t let it slide which was surprising. You- you can cry about this and whine about that, when you grow a pair, you can call me back That shut the soc up so fast.