The East-Side socs got it made; Fancy cars, expensive clothes, throwing beer blasts for fun. Or so the greasers on the West side think. Things are really rough all over.

I didn't know what else to do until he grabbed my hand. I looked at him, and I felt like I could breathe again. I wasn't scared when he was with me, and I found that to be true for the rest of my time here, in Ooo.