Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Christopher's house was next to a cliff, and he used this side of the cliff to get rid of anything he didn't want; it was known as the waist cliff, and just when I thought I was safe, my front paw takes in a metal net that electrocutes me, and after a few minutes, I begin to see dark spots in my vision, then nothing. Chicka's POV Santo adds, "Those dogs are definitely wired, and you certainly are wired for a skinny girl," and I give him a deadbeat look, boys. I set my eyes on my bike and take my time placing it inside the building, I refuse to have anybody near my belongings, I'm officially an orphan, and I'll create a better life for myself as an orphan than the one my own parents provided

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

Afraid of holding things up, I forced myself to stay awake and helped him bring it over. Without even looking up, he just said, "Leave them there." There wasn't even a token word of thanks from him. Even so, deep in my heart, I still longed for the shelter of my family. In middle school, a few boys in class talked all day about the business genius from the Coppola family and the game he made in elementary school. They went on about how fun that game was, how much money it made, and how great it would be to know him.