Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Joe was in prison. He hadn't heard from Dolly. Had Dolly turned her back on him. Everyone else had. His mother was angry with him. His father was disappointed in him. They had big dreams of Joe being a professional football P-shift. His parent’s thought Dolly was nothing more than trailer park trash. Joe should have left her alone years ago. This garbage had destroyed his life. He would now be called a drug user. People in the city were already talking about him being a drug dealer. It was the fault of this trashy girl.

I've been called that more than once. Her eyes flash and she has a seat next to me again. "More like the outcasts, the ones who don't necessarily fit in everywhere else. Heaven Hill is made up of all the people that society said wasn't moldable, most of them had no family, so they made their own. I'm seeing a lot of them in you, and I think this is where you need to be."

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!

Then the kid made a swift move. He wasn’t really a kid. Twenty-something, the kind of boy a mother prays for and the city underworld eats for breakfast. Hair cut to look cool, eyes darting like he was late to something that would make him a man. I had noticed him earlier in that lazy way you notice a knife on a table that isn’t yours—the shape registers, your skin tightens half a millimeter, and you file it in the drawer marked Worry Later. He sat on the outside of the Jennings cluster, where junior men sit when they’re learning to throw their weight around without knocking over the fine furniture.

“We need an ambulance.” “I leave for two seconds . . . ” Pink Bunny stomps a furry foot. “What happened?” “Dunno.” The unicorn waves plush hooves. “Steve was, ah, with a toy, I think the Mounty Pounder, and then maybe his heart or something . . . ” “No names!” Angry Fox stomps for the door. “They can’t be here! Can’t see this!” “It’s okay.” Carrie bends and places the pizza at her feet. “We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ”

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?

He didn't realize the open shutters and but Angel obviously did and watched as Bobby bent down under one of the couches and pulled out a wooden bat. Suddenly the door busted open, and three men walked in. One was very tall and very big with long, bushy sideburns and a thin ponytail. The second one was a tall muscular dark skin man with big lips. The last one to enter was a thin man, with silver hair and a very creep smile on his face. "Hello Bobby" The sliver haired man said. "Joshua" Bobby growled. "I see you brought Kyve and Ranz." "Yes, I did, it seems that Rusty is displeased with you and you are no longer an Society"

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

can you believe that? He thinks walker is going to be way hotter than him.. How absurd Is that. I know he likes to show off.. like, be the center of attention. That's my baby. but whatever, We just have two more chapters to go and we're done. The boy nextdoor was definitely a journey and I pray you find yours. He doesn't necessarily have to live nextdoor. I heard the girl in the next book, Steyn, is strong at heart. I heard she's beautiful too. Honestly, I feel so sad for her because unlike Ray, Walker is going to punish her!!

In the summer he bailed hay for local farmers and walked up and down Route 79 outside town, collecting cans and bottles and scrap metal. Jesse always looked dirty and ragged; his clothes rumpled and stained, as if he slept in them and never changed or washed them. Her classmates swore he smelled like sour milk and cow shit. She had no idea if that was true, but she didn’t want to find out, so she glanced down Allen to make sure no one was coming and crossed the street, leaving the pizza joint and the awful Jesse Kretch behind, thinking again about Bob and how Adam Stillman would never talk to her again.