By: S.E. Hinton
The rest of the world sees the Greasers as all the same - the face being Dallas Winston, the most volatile one who has just been released from prison - despite each boy having his own specific view of life. Similarly, the world sees the Socs (short for Socials), the Greasers' primary rivals, as all the same - rich spoiled boys with a sense of superiority from the south side of town - despite again each boy being his own person. A connection between the two gangs happens in the form of Ponyboy and Cherry Valance, which doesn't sit well with Cherry's Soc boyfriend, Bob Sheldon. As a result, an incident occurs involving the Socs, Ponyboy and fellow Greaser, sixteen year old Johnny Cade, a sensitive boy who wants a better life for himself, but seems stuck in a downward spiral with parents who don't treat him like their son. Beyond Ponyboy and Johnny's lives being threatened by that incident, the Greasers and the Socs agree to a rumble to settle things once and for all. Some of the boys realize the rumble will accomplish nothing, with the questions being if they can convince their friends of the same, and if not what the consequences will be.
Gone With The Wind Book
This is what Johnny and Ponyboy read to pass time after the incident. It was also a gift that Johnny gave to Ponyboy.
These rings reveal a lot about Johnny's backstory and the reason why he is so nervous and shy. It is also what provoked the incedent.
This is what Johnny said to Ponyboy after the incident which meant to stay innocent even while you grow up.
Gone With The Wind Book
"Need a haircut, Greaser?" The medium-sized blond pulled a knife out of his back pocket and flipped the blade open.
I finally thought of something to say. "No." I was backing up, away from that knife. Of course, I backed right into one of them. They had me pinned down in a second. They had my arms and legs pinned down and one of them was sitting on my chest with his knees on my elbows, and if you don't think that hurts, you're crazy. I could smell English leather shaving lotion and stale tobabacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything. I fought to get loose, and almost did for a second; then they tightened up on me and the one on my chest slugged me a couple times. So I lay still, swearing at them between gasps. A blade was held against my throat.
"How'd you like that haircut to begin just below the chin?"