Notlike the Socs, who jump greasers and wreck houses and throw beer blasts for kicks, andget editorials in the paper for being a public disgrace one day and an asset to society thenext.
Greasers are almost like hoods; we steal things and drive old souped-up cars andhold up gas stations and have a gang fight once in a while.
Thanks for the chips.
"My name's Sherri, but I'm called Cherry because of my hair. Cherry Valance.""I know," I said. "You're a cheerleader. We go to the same school."
Yeah, I know
Hey, I am cherry Valence
"You don't yell at him!" I shouted. Darry wheeled around and slapped me sohard that it knocked me against the door.Suddenly it was deathly quiet. We had all frozen. Nobody in my family had everhit me.
"I killed him," he said slowly. "I killed that boy."Bob, the handsome Soc, was lying there in the moonlight, doubled up and still. Adark pool was growing from him, spreading slowly over the blue white cement. I lookedat Johnny's hand. He was clutching his switchblade, and it was dark to the hilt.
I killed him.
I flopped down on the floor--- and immediately decided not to do any moreflopping. That floor was stone, and hard. Johnny stretched out beside me, resting his headon his arm. I started to say something to him, but I went to sleep before I could get thewords out of my mouth. But Johnny didn't notice. He was asleep, too.