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Personal Narrative: The Socs In The Car
This is so ridiculous, all I wanted to do was see a move. Its bad enough that i can’t walk home without being called “Greaser!” as an insult, but now I get beat up too! I hate this town so much sometimes. The main reason I really hate it here is because of the Socs. They can’t find anything better to do, so they cause havoc.

I was just walking home, that's all I was doing. I felt insecure, and in danger, but I tried to ignore the feeling, and tried to get home earlier by walking faster. I knew exactly what was going to happen, however, when the red car pulled up to me. The Socs in the car, jumped me, they beat me up, they almost killed me. Luckily I was able to get my families attention by screaming very loudly, even though it was a somewhat

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