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Character Analysis: The Outsiders

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The prompt I chose for this assignment is to rewrite a chapter from a different character’s point of view. I chose to do this prompt because rewriting chapter four in Johnny’s point of view would give a better description before the events that occur after. This chapter is the start of when Johnny and Pony had run away to the old church. It is also the start of when their worlds are completely changed. This chapter starts things that have many significant meanings throughout the book. It started a chain of events that shaped The Outsiders. Running to the park had made me exhausted and even more tired than I was, so I was glad Ponyboy finally stopped. The park was about two square blocks, with a swimming pool for little kids and a fountain …show more content…

“You ain’t a’woofin’,” he said, rubbing his bare arms between puffs on his cigarette. Pony opened his mouth to say something when an abrupt blast from a car horn made us both jump. I turned my head to where the noise came from. I saw a blue Mustang slowly circling the park. I quietly swore, and Pony mumbled, “What do they want? This is our territory. What are Socs doing this far east?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us . We picked up their girls,” I realized …show more content…

“You know what a Soc is?” he said, his voice shaking. “White trash with Mustangs and madras.” And he followed promptly by spitting at them. Bob shook his head, smiling slowly. “You could use a bath, greaser. And a good working over. And we’ve got all night to do it. Give the kid a bath, David.” Pony ducked and tried to run, but the Soc caught his arm and twisted it behind his back, and shoved his face into the fountain. Pony resisted for awhile, but the David kid was just too strong. Pony started to struggle less and less, and I realized that he was dying. Countless thoughts flooded my mind as to what would happen. I needed to save Pony, and I still had my hand on my switchblade. I flipped it open and charged straight at Bob. Now was my chance, to take back everything he had done to me. To prove that I’m not just a greaser, to prove I wasn’t afraid. As I closed the distance between us, I extended my arm with the knife. Bob let out a final, helpless cry as he crumpled on the floor. My scar stung as I watched him writhe in pain, the movement slowly dying as time passed. I looked up to the other Socs, whom all looked at me in fear. It was about time they learned to fear us. One by one, the remaining Socs fled, including the one drowning Pony. Pony gasped and coughed up water on the ground near me. He finally pushed himself up and saw me. He also saw

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