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Hey everyone, I'm back with first chapter friday.

So this week I'm actually gonna be reading an older

text. Um You maybe you've seen this on my classroom

library and to and not reading that because it's an

old one.

Um And so sometimes I have a tendency of doing

that as well.

I like to read more of the current books books

I'm familiar with, But I can say that I read

this book in 6th grade because my teacher made me

read it and I still liked it even though I

was resistant.

Like my teacher told me to read it, I don't

want to read it type of thing, but secretly until

my teacher this, but I actually liked it.

Um And the other cool thing is I know some

of you really like to read a book and watch

a movie or watch a movie then read the book.

There's actually a movie on this book as well.

It's called The Outsiders.

It's written by S.

E. Hinton and it was written in like 1919 67.

So it is an older book that's actually the year

my dad was born.

Um Fun fact, so it's older.

Um but it's actually really relevant to today and I

think as your, you know, if you decide to read

it, you might be able to pick up some things

that are similar to our world today.

Um even though some of its different, it still could

be like similar to what we see in our world

today. So I think that part is really cool and

even though it's an older book, it still makes it

kind of relevant to today.

Another cool thing before I start reading is my book

cover looks like this, which is the picture I have

on the screen.

Um But this book is an older book.

They've actually came up with lots of different covers, but

they're all the same book that happens a lot.

So let me show you quickly.

Um some of the other cover options you might see

for this book.

Yeah, okay.

I think that's my favourite one.

I think that one is cool.

I like the colors.

Mhm. There's so many and lastly I have the I

believe this is what it looks like on the DVD

case. So, I put that on there to those are

the actors and stuff that play each of the characters

in this book.

I'm gonna go with this one.

All right.

So, it says a heroic story of friendship and belonging

ponyboy can count on his brothers and on his friends,

but not on much else besides trouble with the social

as a vicious gang of rich kids whose idea of

a good time is beating up greasers like ponyboy at

least he knows what to expect until the night.

Someone takes things too far.

Yeah. Chapter one when I stepped out into the bright

sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had

only two things on my mind, paul Newman and a

ride home.

I was wishing I looked like paul Newman, he looks

tough and I don't, but I guess my own looks

aren't so bad.

I have light brown, almost red hair and greenish grey

eyes. I wish they were more gray because I hate

most guys that have green eyes, but I have to

be content with what I have.

My hair is longer than a lot of boys where

they're squared off and back and long at the front

and sides, but I'm a greaser and most of my

neighborhood rarely bothers to get a haircut.

Besides I look better with long hair and a long

walk home and no company, but I usually loan it

anyway for no reason except that I like to watch

movies undisturbed so I can get into them and live

them with the actors.

When I see a movie with someone, it's kind of

uncomfortable like having someone read your book over your shoulder.

I'm different that way.

I mean my second older oldest brother, Soda who is

16 going on 17, never cracks the book at all.

And my oldest brother, Darryl, who we all call dairy,

works too long and hard to be interested in a

story or drawing a picture.

So I'm not like them and nobody in our gang

digs movies and books the way I do for a

while there.

I thought I was the only person in the world

that did.

So I loaned it, soda tries to understand at least

which is more than dairy does.

But then soda is different from anybody.

He understands everything Almost like he's never hollering at me

all the time, the way dairy is or treating me

as if I was six instead of 14.

I love soda more than I've ever loved anyone.

Even mom and dad, he's always happy go lucky and

grinning while dairies hard and firm and rarely grins at

all. But then And dairy has gone through a lot

in his 20 years.

Growing up too fast, soda pop will never know soda

pop will never grow up at all.

I don't know which way is the best.

I'll find out one of these days.

Anyway, I went on walking home thinking about the movie

and then suddenly wishing I had some company greasers can't

walk, I had some company greasers can't walk alone too

much or they'll get jumped or someone will come by

and scream Greece er at them, which doesn't make you

feel too hot if you know what I mean.

We get jumped by the social as I'm not sure

how you spell it, but it's the abbreviation for the

socials, The jet set.

The Westside rich kids.

It's like the term greaser, which is used to class

all of us boys on the east side were poorer

than the, so she's in the middle class.

I reckon we're wild or to not like the socialists

who jumped greasers and wreck houses and throw beer blasts

for kicks and get editorials in the paper for being

a public disgrace one day and an asset to society.

The next greasers are almost like hoods, we steal things

and drive up souped up cars and hold up gas

stations and have a gang fight once in a while.

I don't mean I do things like that, dairy would

kill me if I got to get into trouble with

the police since mom and dad were killed in an

auto wreck.

The three of us get to stay together only as

long as we behave.

So soda and I stay out of trouble as much

as we can and we're careful not to get caught

when we can't.

I only mean that most greases do things like that,

just like we wear hair long and dressed in blue

jeans and t shirts or leave our shirttails out and

what wear leather jackets and tennis shoes or boots.

I'm not saying that either.

So she's or Greece's greasers are better.

That's just the way things are.

I could have waited to go to the movies until

dairy or soda pop got off of work.

They would have gone with me or driven me there

or walked along, although soda just can't sit still long

enough to enjoy a movie and they bore dairy to

death jerry thinks his life is enough without inspecting other

people's or I could have gotten one of the gang

to come along one of the four boys dairy and

soda and I have grown up with and considered family.

We're almost as close as brothers when we grow up

in a tight knit, tight knit neighborhood like ours, you

get to know each other real well.

I had thought about it.

I could have called dairy and he would have come

by on his way home and picked me up or

two bit Matthews, one of our gang would have come

to get me in this car if I had asked

him, but sometimes I just don't use my head.

It tries my brother dairy nuts when I do stuff

like that because I'm supposed to be smart.

I make good grades and I have a high Q

and everything, but I don't use my head besides I

like walking.

I about decided I didn't like it so much though

when I spotted the red corvette trailing me, I was

almost two blocks from home then.

So I started walking a little faster.

I had never been jumped, but I had seen johnny

after four, so she's got a hold of him and

it was, pet is pretty, it wasn't pretty johnny was

scared of his own shadow after that johnny was 16

then I knew it wasn't any use though the fast

walking. I mean even before the Corvair pulled up beside

me and five so she's got out.

I got pretty scared.

I'm kind of small for 14 even though I have

a good build and those guys were bigger than me.

I automatically hitched my thumbs in my jeans and slouched,

wondering if I could get away if I could make

a break for it.

I remember Johnny, his face all cut up and bruised

and I remembered how he had cried when we found

him. Have conscious in the corner lot, johnny had an

awful rough at home, took a lot to make him

cry. I was sweating something fierce, although I was cold.

I could feel my palms getting clammy in the perspiration

running down my back.

I get like that when I'm real scared I glanced

around for a pop bottle or stick or something steve

Randall, so does best buddy had once held off four

guys with a busted pop bottle, but there was nothing.

So I stood there like a bump on a log

while they surrounded me.

I don't use my head.

They walk around slowly, silently smiling.

Hey, Greece one set an over friendly voice.

We're gonna do you a favor greaser.

We're going to cut off all that long greasy hair

he had on a madras shirt.

I can still see it blue.

One of them laughed then cussed me out in a

low voice.

I couldn't think of anything to say.

There just isn't a whole lot, you can say well

waiting to get mugged, so I kept my mouth shut,

need a haircut greaser.

The medium sized blonde pulled a knife out of his

back pocket and flip the blade open.

I finally thought of something to say, No.

I was backing up away from the knife.

Of course I backed right into one of them.

It they had me down in a second, then 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 tobacco

and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they

did anything.

I was scared so bad.

I was wishing I would.

I thought 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 of times, so

I lay still swearing at them between gasps.

It blade was held against my throat.

How do you like that haircut to begin?

Just below the chin.

It occurred to me then they could kill me.

I went wild.

I started screaming for soda dairy.

Anyone. Someone put his hand over my mouth and I

bit as hard as I could, tasting the blood running

through my teeth.

I heard a muttered muttered curse and got slugged again

and they were stuffing, stuffing a handkerchief in my mouth.

One of them kept saying, shut him up for pete's

sake, shut him up.

Then there were shouts and the pounding of feet and

the socials jumped up and left me lying there gasping,

I lay there and wondered what in the world was

happening. People were jumping over me and running by me

and I was two days to figure it out.

Then someone had me under the armpits and was hauling

me to my feet.

It was dairy.

Are you all right ponyboy?

He was shaking me and I wish he'd stop and

was dizzy enough.

Anyway, I could tell it was scary though, partly because

of the voice and partly because there is always rough

with me without meaning to be.

I'm okay, quit shaking me dairy.

I'm okay.

He stopped instantly.

I'm sorry.

He wasn't really dairy isn't ever sorry for anything he

does. It seems funny to me that he should look

just exactly like my father and act exactly the opposite

from him.

My father was only 40 when he died and he

looked 25 and a lot of people thought dairy and

dad were brothers instead of father, and son, but they

only looked alike.

My father was never rough with anyone without meaning to

be. And Darius 6ft 2 and broad shouldered and muscular.

He has dark brown hair that kicks out in front

and a slight cowlick in the back, just like dad.

My Dory's eyes on his own.

He's got eyes that are like two pieces of pale

blue green ice.

They've got a determined set to them like the rest

of them.

He looks older than 20, tough, cool and smart.

He'd be real handsome if his eyes weren't so cold,

he doesn't understand anything that is not playing hard fact,

but he uses his head.

I sat down again rubbing my cheek where I'd been

slugged the most dairy, jammed his fist in his pockets.

Didn't hurt you too bad, did they?

They did.

I was smarting and aching and my chest was sore

and I was so nervous, my hands were shaking and

I wanted to start bawling, but you just don't say

that to dairy.

I'm okay, soda pop came loping back by then.

I figured that all the noise I had heard was

the game coming to rescue me and dropped down beside

me examining my head.

You got caught up a little hump ponyboy.

I only looked at him blankly.

I didn't.

He pulled out a handkerchief what the end of it

with his tongue and press it gently against the side

of my head.

You're bleeding like a stuck pig.

I am.

Look, you showed me the handkerchief reddened as if by

magic. Did they pull blade on you?

I remember the voice need a haircut greaser.

The blade must have slipped while he was trying to

shut me up.

Yeah, so does handsomer than anyone else I know, not

like dairy, so does movie star kind of handsome.

The kind that people stop on the street to watch

go by.

He's not as tall as dairy and he's a little

slimmer, but he is a finely drawn, sensitive faces somehow

manages to be reckless and thoughtful at the same time.

He's got dark gold hair that he comes back long

and silky and straight and in the summer the sun

bleaches head to a shining wheat gold.

His eyes are dark brown, lively, dancing, recklessly, laughing eyes

that can be gentle and sympathetic.

One moment in blazing with anger the next he has

dad's eyes, but soda is one of a kind, you

can get drunk and a drag race or dancing without

ever getting your alcohol in our neighborhood.

It's rare to find a kid who doesn't drink once

in a while, but soda never touches a drop and

he doesn't need to, he gets drunk on just plain

living and he understands everybody.

He looked at me more coarsely closely.

I looked away hurriedly because if you want to know

the truth, I was starting to ball.

I knew I was as white as I felt and

I was shaking like a leaf so to put his

hand on my shoulder.

Easy pony boy, they ain't gonna hurt you no more.

I know, I said, but the ground began to blur

and I felt hot tears running down my cheeks.

I brushed them away impatiently.

I'm just a little spooked.

That's all.

I drew quivering breath and quit crying.

You just don't cry in front of dairy, not unless

you're hurt like johnny had been the day we found

him in the vacant lot compared to johnny, I wasn't

hurt at all, so to rub my hair, you're an

okay kid pony.

I had to grin at him so they can make

you grant no matter what.

I guess, it's because he's always grinning so much himself.

You're crazy soda out of your mind, dairy looked as

if he'd like to knock out, knock our heads together,

you're both nuts.

So to merely cocked one eyebrow a trick he picked

up from two bit.

It seems to run in this family and I don't

have time to continue reading the rest of the chapter

because it's kind of long.

Um, but again, I hope that You can see how

this text, even though it's a book that was written

in 1967, it's still relevant to today's world.

Um, and if this is one that you want to

check out, I do have copies of it in my

library, have a great day.

Everybody

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