The Outsiders Monologue
Silence entered the air after I stepped out of my apartment complex. Slamming the door hard, I walked out of the building and started strutting down the sidewalk into town. Several arguments left the air after I stepped out into the cold, frosty morning of November in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My parents have been arguing for months now, and I can’t take it. I mean, they’re good parents and have given me a nice place and all, but they always are getting drunk and argue all the time. I’ve tried to leave home multiple times but I always end up winding back. I poked at my shaggy, greased blonde hair. I’m a labeled greaser and belong to Tim Shepard’s gang. I mean they’re fun and all, but sometimes I can’t stand them. They watch out for me, we’re buddies, but they’re always drunk and wound up in fights all the time. It’s just like at home, but with the gang I feel more like they’re not gonna leave me.
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Tommy Curtis.” Soda looked at me for a few.
He finally said, “That’s a good label. Hey! We have the same last name, that’s funny. Boy, I feel like I know ya. You have the same eyes and hair as my brother Ponyboy. Ponyboy… Well, he… He’s an interesting fella. He’s the sweetest, most sensitive person I know. He’s pretty good in school and gets good grades I guess. He just doesn’t use his head. He’s a clumsy little thing. He’s fifteen now and looks just like you.” Soda looked at me from head to toe.
I was sorta uncomfortable being inspected and asked questions by strangers, or at least I thought they were. “Can I just grab some weeds and a drink?” I asked as I interrupted Soda in thought.
“Uh, sure little fella. I guess…”
“Thanks,” I said as I walked to the fridge in the back, pulling out a Coke. I checked for the expiration date because you never know with this place. It read, “11/15/66.” That’s today’s date so might as well. I grabbed the Coke and grabbed multiple packs of weeds and headed slowly out the door, turning back for one last look at Steve and
Tommy Curtis.” Soda looked at me for a few.
He finally said, “That’s a good label. Hey! We have the same last name, that’s funny. Boy, I feel like I know ya. You have the same eyes and hair as my brother Ponyboy. Ponyboy… Well, he… He’s an interesting fella. He’s the sweetest, most sensitive person I know. He’s pretty good in school and gets good grades I guess. He just doesn’t use his head. He’s a clumsy little thing. He’s fifteen now and looks just like you.” Soda looked at me from head to toe.
I was sorta uncomfortable being inspected and asked questions by strangers, or at least I thought they were. “Can I just grab some weeds and a drink?” I asked as I interrupted Soda in thought.
“Uh, sure little fella. I guess…”
“Thanks,” I said as I walked to the fridge in the back, pulling out a Coke. I checked for the expiration date because you never know with this place. It read, “11/15/66.” That’s today’s date so might as well. I grabbed the Coke and grabbed multiple packs of weeds and headed slowly out the door, turning back for one last look at Steve and