Matt Dillon Outsiders Novels & Stories

The comments kept flooding in so fast I could barely read them properly. * Scholarship girl already embarrassing herself* *She really talked back to Dylan Winthrop???* *Somebody humble her quickly* *Why does she look so lost all the time?* *Imagine coming to Blackwood broke* *She doesn’t belong here* *Another charity case* *Dylan looked like he wanted to kill her* *This year is about to be entertaining* *Will she last?, the others always run away* Heat rushed to my face instantly.My fingers tightened around the phone while embarrassment twisted painfully inside my chest.This was insane,People here were insane.

Turning the music off, I grab the lavender and put it in a tiny glass vase, and set it in the center of the long ebony black dining table. Walking out of the conjoined dining room and kitchen I grab my book, my water bottle, and a blanket. I set the water and blanket by the back door that leads to the porch, and the beach a little off, and head back to the kitchen with my book. Of human bondage, by W. Somerset Maugham. The book itself isn't bad, but from my point of view, it's terribly bland. I like more poetic works. But also a hint of darkness. The best example is the poem, In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, from his book The Black Riders and Other Lines. It has a sense of dystopia that I ca