Scenario 1

My dad saw Marcia and me with the greasers today.

Well, no. Now that I've talked to them, now that I understand them better, I shouldn't call them greasers. My dad saw Marcia and me with Ponyboy, Two-Bit, and Johnny today. He was mad, to say the least.

This is what happened. We were just walking home from the movie theatre, Marcia talking to Two-Bit and Ponyboy and Johnny talking to me. It wasn't anything bad; we were just talking, just walking along when we ran into Bob and Randy and their friends. They were so mad, and drunk, I thought a fight was going to break out right then and there. I hate fighting. They were shouting a lot, and Two-Bit pulled out a knife from somewhere- he even handed Ponyboy a busted bottle! It was scary. Marcia and I agreed to go with them, so there wouldn't be any fighting.

We made them drop us off at our houses; I hate being with him when he's drunk. I walked into my house faking cheerfulness, because if my dad knew what I was really feeling, he would flip out. But as it happened, that's what he did anyway. I walked in the front door and he started shouting at me- "What were you doing with those filthy hoodlums? You could have been killed!" Things like that. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. He wouldn't listen to me; didn't care what I had to say. So I just had to stand there and listen, fuming, till I shut myself in my room and yelled that I was going to sleep.

Why do people automatically assume that the greasers are bad? It's so sad. I wish he knew. They're not bad people. Talking to Ponyboy opened my eyes, actually. We are exactly the same people, besides stupid little things like money and grades. Well, Ponyboy gets good grades, but I think he's the exception rather than the rule.

They're not like the Socs in more things than that, though. Good things. Like, I had to fake cheerfulness when I came home, but I'm sure that Ponyboy never has to hide his emotions. They're real people. I wish I could tell my dad that. Sometimes, I wish I was a greaser- well, I wish I could act like them. They have no reputations to live up to, nothing expected of them. They don't have anything to hide behind.

And my dad doesn't understand that! I wish I could tell him… everything! I'll bet when Pony goes home at night, he tells Sodapop everything. Why is it that the Socs have plenty of material, unimportant things, like money and cars? And the greasers have real friendships.

I also wish my dad knows how I feel about Dally. I don't think he saw him with us, but I'm sure if he knew how crazy I was about him… I could see him one more time, and fall in love with him. My dad… boy, my dad would sure be jumping for joy if he knew that.
Oh, no, here he is, yelling through my door. I'll write more later.