My name is Alexis Parks but I go by Alex, Lex, and sometimes even Lexi. If you call me by my real name, I'll skin ya. Or at least I would if my brother let me own a switchblade. But no, according to Bryce it would be unladylike for me to own a switch. And as Soc's, this is if I were to quote Bryce, our appearance is all that matters. He makes me sick. You would think that I could get away from him, or at least ignore him, but that's not possible. Our parents travel for months at a time, and since Bryce is 20 and I'm only 15, he's in charge of me.

Bryce and I have very different morals. To start with, he's a drunk. And a violent one at that. All the adults in our neighborhood, our parents included, think he's perfect but they don't know the real him. Secondly, he thinks social class is more important than a persons personality. I think the exact opposite. For example, despite the difference in wealth, we used to be quite close to the Curtis family. Bryce and Darry even used to play football together; Darry could have passed as a Soc back then and that was enough to make Bryce get along with him. As for me, I was real close to all three Curtis brothers. Heck I was close with everyone in their gang, even the famous Dallas Winston liked me enough to put up with my presence. But everything changed after Mr. and Mrs. Curtis passed away.

When Darry chose to take care of Pony and Soda instead of putting them in a boys home, Bryce felt betrayed. In Bryce's mind, Darry no longer fit into his friend group and that automatically made him an enemy. And at least to be public eyes, an enemy to Bryce had to be an enemy of mine. Bryce made me cut off all of the ties I had with the gang; he told me bad things would happen to them if I didn't. So as painful as it was, I listened. When they needed me most, I cut them out of my life and acted as if they meant nothing to me. It was something that I hated myself for doing every day of my life but I hadn't know what else to do. So now I leave in a world of misery, with no one to help me. Greasers think that every Soc has it made, and while many do, those greasers don't know the first thing about me. But soon they will because this is my story.