Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

I wonder if we can be as close as we were before last summer when most of us phased and the pack formed. I guess my life could be worse. I could have imprinted on a middle schooler, like our other packmate, Tony Lam. Poor Tony. I guffaw as I think of that moment when he laid eyes on the 12-year-old with the high ponytail and braces. The cartoon hearts floating around his head were almost visible. Oh yes, it could be worse.

“We think he was in some sort of accident on the road. He was all beat up when I found him.” Everly and I both fawn over him for a minute before we move onto the next stall, housing a scrawny bay pony. “This is Thor, and what he lacks in height he makes up for in attitude,” Kim goes on. “He was left in a pasture for months and months before animal control finally did something about it. The story I got was he was purchased for grandkids who lost interest and they “kind of forgot” they had him.” “I hate people,” I sigh. “How do you forget you have a pony?”

Daddy didn't want any reminders of my shame as he calls it. Now Mindy has been badgering me about going out with her. She knows I'm not allowed but it doesn't stop her from trying every so often. I like hanging out with Mindy, it makes me feel closer to her brother somehow though she never talks about him anymore. In the beginning she'd brought him up every other second but when she realized how much it hurt me she'd stopped. I miss hearing about him but it was just too painful. He was the only boy I'd ever loved. Well boy might be a bit of a stretch. He was twenty-three when I was eighteen. Rumor had it that he was smart but he was drawn to the dark side, fast cars and motorcycles.

Trung rising from the pool, arms outstretched, chanting softly as the koi fish puckered around him, praying to him . Worshiping him. Despite how much I’d been looking forward to that movie, I had a hard time following the rest of it. When the credits finally rolled I acted just as enthusiastic as Bill did, nodding in all the right places as he talked about what he called the “lonely monster as outsider,” but really, I felt relieved the night was over. The night wasn’t over, however. I knew that the instant Jake eased his bike out of the dark alley between Chin’s Pizza and Dooley’s Ice Cream, after Bill and I parted ways at Allen Street. And the weirdest part?

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.

Prologue: The Whipping Boy The Boys Bathroom, Empty Stall, Feldon Junior High School, Karterton, New Jersey (2000).... Burning filled the lungs of the struggling seemingly frail pale lad whom had been trying his best to keep from inhaling the foul yellow colored water that had been inside the heavily polished white porcelain toilet bowl. He could briefly hear the cheering and mocking from behind him on the surface of the water as his whole life seemed to flash before his eyes despite his attempts to struggle against the tight gripping hand that was intent on dunking his head into the bowl again and again in a bid to provide amusement to the asshole whom had taken it upon himself to torment h

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

“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.

"We came hunting for an old fox and found a lion instead, boys." "Who are you?" I asked flatly. "Pete Bonsignore," he said, his grin widening as he stomped out a cigarette. "All the way from the slums, just to see ya." He stepped forward, smug confidence radiating off of him. At least he had more balls than Eli to show his face. "You came all the way from the ghetto to lay claim on a high school kid? That was dumb," I said, scanning the men behind him.

She ran her fingers along my chest. I stepped off the bike. My gloves came off next. Cassy kissed my cheek. “Your mom’s waiting for you inside.” “Thanks, Cassy,” I replied, heading into the club. Joe’s was like the den of sin in this town. Sex perverts, gamblers, drug addicts all convened here. I saw Hank’s new boys slinging his dope in their designated corner. The gamblers were in their blocked-off in the back playing poker. I could hear the voices of the losers screaming their disappointment.