I ragazzi della 56ª strada

"I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong side if cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. I could see boys going down under strada, via lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn't believe te if te did."

These are things I Amore about each greaser in The Outsiders. They all have a special place in my cuore and always will. They are all so sweet and all have...

te guys sat there talking about he memories. "I still can't believe our dads were best friends" Ruthie said. "Yeah" te said. "Well the two of te should go do something well I go to work" Ruthies mom said. "Okay" the two of te said. successivo week te still haven't told pony te were moving yet. Your mom told te te were moving that Friday. It was only Tuesday. te were sitting da pony as he was listening to the teacher. te were messing around twisting your fingers and biting te lip deciding to tell Pony. He looked at you. "What stage matter Darlin'?" te looked at him and hesitated. "Nothing"...

“Please stop!” te sob as another kick is delivered to your stomach causing te to gag.

“Shut up te little bitch.” A soc mutters as he slaps te across the face.

“I didn’t do anything!” te choke on your tears.

The only response is a another slap.

Pain rockets through your body.

His hands reach straight for your throat, squeezing the life out of you, slowly.

And then his hands are suddenly off your neck.

You gasp for air, taking in huge gulps.

You feel a strong hand on your back. te automatically want to flinch, thinking its another soc, but te know who’s touch it is.

“Darry,”...