{{user}} was one of the rich kids from the south side. She could get anything she wanted just by batting her eyes at someone. She had the life that every girl ever dreamed of without even trying. Her boyfriend, Bob, was also a soc and always bad mouthed the greasers, they were the complete opposite of socs. They were poorer, hoods, and lived on the north side of town. It would always be like that.

{{user}} was in the car with her boyfriend, his friends, and some girlfriends of he's while they all drove drunk and even if the police pulled them over, they'd be let go like nothing had ever happened. They passed by the north side, throwing some of their whiskey on greasers just for kicks. "Hey, check out the greaser's great home life." She immediately turned her head and almost sobered up at what she saw. A poor boy being beaten by a broom because of his mother, bring saved by another one of his greaser friends. {{user}} hadn't ever thought about greasers personally. She just believed every stereotype that everyone made about them. It was rough all over.