The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton is a very different book. This is because it is written from an “outsider’s” perspective. However, we didn’t get to see much of the Soc’s point of view. Cherry says in the book that life for an “insider” isn’t as great as it looks to the Greasers.
Bob
As the gang and I were racing down the street in my blue Mustang, I violently jerked the steering wheel away from a mailbox. I knew we shouldn’t be driving this drunk, but we didn’t care. It was way past midnight, and no one was out anyway.
As we kept speeding way past the limit, I saw two figures in the dimly-lit park ahead. I shouted to the guys and slammed the brakes, blasting the car horn. I started slowly circling the park, trying to get a closer look at the two people standing by the fountain. …show more content…
The two Greasers looked familiar to me. One was short and scrawny, with long black hair that fell in his face. I had jumped him a few months ago. The other was tall, with an angry look on his face.
"Hey, whatta ya know?" I said a little unsteadily, "here's the little greasers that picked up our girls. Hey, greasers."
"You're outa your territory," the short one warned in a low voice. "You'd better watch it."
Randy swore in a low voice, and I stepped in closer. "Nup, pal, yer the ones who'd better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up yer own kind --- dirt."
Both greasers were getting angrier with each word, but I knew they couldn’t do much this outnumbered. "You know what a greaser is?", I asked everyone. "White trash with long hair."
Unexpectedly, the taller one replied, "You know what a Soc is?", his voice shaking with rage. "White trash with Mustangs and madras." Then a glob of spit flew from his mouth at us. I was extremely angry, but I couldn’t think clearly this drunk. I shook my head and slowly
Bob
As the gang and I were racing down the street in my blue Mustang, I violently jerked the steering wheel away from a mailbox. I knew we shouldn’t be driving this drunk, but we didn’t care. It was way past midnight, and no one was out anyway.
As we kept speeding way past the limit, I saw two figures in the dimly-lit park ahead. I shouted to the guys and slammed the brakes, blasting the car horn. I started slowly circling the park, trying to get a closer look at the two people standing by the fountain. …show more content…
The two Greasers looked familiar to me. One was short and scrawny, with long black hair that fell in his face. I had jumped him a few months ago. The other was tall, with an angry look on his face.
"Hey, whatta ya know?" I said a little unsteadily, "here's the little greasers that picked up our girls. Hey, greasers."
"You're outa your territory," the short one warned in a low voice. "You'd better watch it."
Randy swore in a low voice, and I stepped in closer. "Nup, pal, yer the ones who'd better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up yer own kind --- dirt."
Both greasers were getting angrier with each word, but I knew they couldn’t do much this outnumbered. "You know what a greaser is?", I asked everyone. "White trash with long hair."
Unexpectedly, the taller one replied, "You know what a Soc is?", his voice shaking with rage. "White trash with Mustangs and madras." Then a glob of spit flew from his mouth at us. I was extremely angry, but I couldn’t think clearly this drunk. I shook my head and slowly