Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

In her haste she had carelessly dropped the black hairpin, now part of her hair was hanging loosely. She couldn’t stand being in a cage near the other large cages containing the dormant Outsiders. They were about Human sized, their lower and upper abdomen had a series of paddles for limbs: It was just like the turtle’s but it was more numerous, curved and had sharper tips. They also had long necks and a round head with single large eyes embedded within a pair of large pointy ears. The most disgusting thing about the Outsiders were their slime covered skin and smell. Wendy went cautiously round the corner of a corridor. She could see a door; it was the exit she was free!

After he wishes me well, he ends the call, that's when I get the small shooting feeling in my feet and legs, then gradually the feelings come back, so I make the probably stupid decision to get up onto my feet and make my way slowly to Jaxons house. When I see Scorpos house I ditch my bike as close as I can before I get dizzy again and practically fall into the doorway of his home, my strength by this time has deteriorated and I knock weakly, so when somebody answers, I pass out from the pain and welcome the darkness into my life. Jaxon pov

“Aren’t the owners part American Indian or something? Mixed-blood family?” Richard squinted. “I think so, yeah. Place has gotten bigger since I was a kid.” They meandered up to where some horses were hitched to a hay-filled wagon, and a chestnut Shetland pony was saddled and tied onto a carrousel spoke for the children. Blessing met them, a vintage soda-pop bottle in one huge fist. Tommy grinned crookedly at the label: Prickly Pear Cactus Cooler.

Johnny opened the door and paused. Two scooter ass punks sidled up to Lizzy. Greasy-haired teenagers with pants sitting halfway down their legs. One of the dickbags, donning a hooped nose piercing, propped his foot up on the seat next to her and leaned in. She folded her arms defensively. The other, with blue-tipped hair, bent over to pick up the dog. Johnny slammed the car door, flexing his muscles as he zeroed in, marking the ringleader. Definitely Mr. Nose Candy, who was now gesturing wildly in her face.

I sarcastically asked while looking outside. I cant understand being with this man anymore. One minute I feel a little butterflies talking to him then after one second, he go and went sarcastic once again. I do wonder now if he is a Professor or my real-time boyfriend. Pft. “Scout goes to school for the first time that fall and detests it. She and Jem find gifts apparently left for them in a knothole of a tree on the Radley property. Dill returns the following summer, and he, Scout, and Jem begin to act out the story of Boo Radley. Atticus puts a stop to their antics, urging the children to try to see life from another person’s perspective before making judgments. But, on Dill’s last night i

“Nothing is going on between Ponyboy and me.” Jez tilts her head with an incredulous snicker. “Seriously? Come on, girl, that boy is hot. I mean, he might not be in the same league as a certain gorgeous tortured boy that likes to wear a lot of black, but he’s close.” I roll my eyes. “It’s never been like that. Plus, Ponyboy is a player.” Jez slaps her hands over her thigh, sits up on her knees, and faces me. “Maybe that’s what you need.”

Piggy laughed and took a sit next to Poison, “Now I know why you're being kind all of a sudden to master, It's because you have blonde hair like him!” The one with short blonde hair stared down at his shoes but his pink cheeks were evident near the fire. Piggy laugh only went louder as he scrutinized the boy's face, “Phillip.. you're too silly!” Poison cleared his throat and turned towards Piggy whose smile suddenly drained out of his face. In the blink of an eye, Piggy was tossed against a tree. The group had a good laugh at Piggy because they knew it would probably never happen again. *

I notice people staring and murmuring, I just sigh and continued what I was doing "Just please leave me alone" _______ school was finally over, so was detention, and I was on my way home, I didn't hear from Tommy the rest of the day, I always take a lonely alley home whenever the bus drops me off, I just walk past there as fast as I can. I see some guys from my school, each holding a plank, then I see Chris, star quarterback, he leans against the wall and uses the plank to order me to come closer, I hesitate "I said come over bitch, don't even think of running " The rest of the guys surround me, and I had no choice but to walk closer "You had the mind to insult my baby like that," he said l

I watched him run off, my conflicting heart making my mind spiral into a million thoughts. The clang of the final bell was deafening to my ears but soothing to my mind. Being cornered and questioned by Gabriel, Sammy, and Hudson was more than enough for one day. It was a weird feeling. I thought that I felt like an outsider when I first came to the pack, but somehow, I felt like an outsider more than ever in recent times. An aggressive revving of a motorcycle caught my attention. Turning on my heels in time to view Everett, removing his helmet and dismounting his motorcycle.

He asked as I followed him down a narrow part of the trail where sawgrass cut in close to the trail we were on. “I don’t know how to be out in the open around people, I’m an awkward mess of a human being,” he snorted. “We aren’t exactly known as the most popular people around here, we know a thing or two about being outsiders, being excluded, being looked at as beneath people, we like it that way, so nobody looks too closely but, you’ll be fine, the boys will love you, if they overwhelm you don’t be afraid to tell them to mind their manners or give you space.”