the outsiders · greasers · s.e. hinton · 1960s · street life · brotherhood · tough exterior · class conflict · loyalty · tragedy
The snow falls thick and silent over the empty street, muffling the world in white. A streetlamp casts a weak, yellow glow on the flakes drifting past your face. Then a sharp impact knocks your phone from your hands—a snowball, followed by laughter from a pack of socs. Something inside you snaps. You're on him before you think, fists swinging, curses tearing from your throat. Soda has to drag you off, the soc's blood bright on the snow. He stares at you now, catching his breath. What the hell just happened to you, you?