Novel & Cerita Stay Gold Ponyboy Outsiders

"Irene! They're our parents! How could you be so cold-blooded now? Even if Mom and Dad were in the wrong, what they did can't possibly be punishable by death, can it? They're your family—" I interrupted him. "You are a family. You all treated me like an outsider and punched and kicked me half to death. Were you thinking of me as a member of your family back then?" Isaac's ragged breathing came through the line, but he said nothing. Finally, he broke down and cried out desperately, "Rene, I was horrible to you back then. I was a terrible bastard! "But Mom and Dad are lying in the hospital now, and Vivian stole all the money and Mom's jewelry in the house and disappeared with them all!

"We have to move, Sara! If they see the chute, he stayed for nothing!" We ran. We ran until our lungs burned and the schoolhouse was nothing but a memory in the mist. We ran until we reached a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. I looked back. The black trucks were moving out, a long line of "processed" humans trailing behind them like a funeral procession. In the very center of the line, walking with the same mechanical rhythm as the others, was Xander. He was no longer a man. He was a unit of production. I looked down at the gold coin in my hand. It was glowing. Not with the orange light of the Processors, but with a deep, pulsing violet.

He had no idea how he can possibly contact her to let her know that, he couldn't get out of his schedule, he needed the job, but he also needed her to be okay. The gym was a good distraction from his frustration, the work was good. Goldstone is a city of temptations, and being in the center of the city's nightlife meant the temptations were five times harder. The booze, the drugs, the girls, the sex were all around him every day. He was learning his place in the middle of all that. He reminded himself all the time, why he was there in the first place, he wanted to do more, because he wanted Charlie.

“Ignore them, gorgeous. What’s your name?” I don’t like the way he’s eyeing my body like he’s trying to discern my figure through my burlap tunic. Gold grabs him by the shoulders and yanks him back to his feet. “Knock it off, Kidd. You know these ones never last a week.” “All the more reason to have fun while we can,” the younger man – Kidd – replies. My stomach churns in disgust. I think I might be sick. “You sick fuck,” Gold says and shoves Kidd away.

"The money you stole from the gang." Kaden's eyes darted from the gun to his sister's trembling form. He opened the backseat door of the car parked nearby and pulled out two heavy black duffel bags. He unzipped one of them, revealing stacks of money inside. Desperation filled his voice as he pleaded with me, "Please, Vincent, let Kayleen go. I'll give you the money. Just don't hurt her." I ordered Shanelle and Kayleen to grab the bags, each taking one, and instructed them to return to the car. With my gun pointed directly at Kaden, I made it clear that any false move would be his last. The girls hurriedly complied, their faces pale with fear.

I assumed she couldn't like all that much, seeing as he is a black man, and she is clearly a bigot. Mel turned to me and squinted her eyes, as Justin stared at the ground. "Is something funny Dylan?" Eliza questioned. "Nope, nothing at all." I said, innocently, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. Before she could utter another word and verbally attack me, the key turned in the door, unlocking it. In walked my father, Steven Gold.

"How long is the walk to town?" "It won't probably take more than a day. If you continue straight down this path, you can reach there before nightfall." Calhoun nodded his head, then reached over his horse. He went through his sack before bringing out an object he threw at the boy. Scared, the boy dodged it, thinking it was something dangerous. The object fell on the grassy area where the boy stood, and the boy sucked in a gasp when he recognized what it was. The thing shone very brightly, illuminating more than expected because of its perfect shine and the help of the sun. Calhoun had given the boy a solid lump of gold. It was not much, but it was enough to help his family for years. Calhou

He never understood why his father had protected him; maybe because he was healthy and very tall and big for a sixteen-year-old- boy, he could lift heavy chests with ease and logs for the fire and deliver his fathers work without too much trouble from thieves. Jack looked around his beautiful home and got up from his desk, and went to the safe. The last of his father's gold was there. The gold coins and an ingot. The coins looked beautiful as he let them fall from his fingers back into the canvas bag. There was nothing like the clink of gold coins; modern money didn't sound as enticing. This was his start to a wealthy life, and he remembered digging for this gold.

He opened the car door for her. There were more under the neon lights than glitz and glamour in Goldstone, so much more. The other kids were locals, they weren't strangers to the scene. For Charlie, it all seemed like a trip to a foreign land compared to what she'd seen in Bluebridge. Prostitution, male, female, underage, drugs, users, dealers, street artists, street punks, broken home teenagers, homeless people. She was taken for a ride to see the real face of Goldstone, the face that's hidden under the mask of the limelight. The dual reality that coexisted, though this was the side that was rarely explored.

He raised his hand, and everyone quieted down, including the music. "That's Apollo. Gold Tooth's right-hand man. The one who gave me this location," Boraz pointed at a young-looking man with spiked purple hair like a rock artiste. I nodded my head, taking note of him. "We go way back, this asshole and I. I remember when all we had was a dream to have this life - the American dream!" he laughed. "We fucking did it!" "Yeah!" Some in the crowd acknowledged. "So, to better days, my friend," Gold Tooth raised a glass. "And to more fuck filled days where you'd cum harder!"