The Outsiders Book Novels & Stories

It’s men like Conrad. I read his file. Men like him are pathetic. He was collecting a check for caring for Sinclair, but she grew up looking poor, while his kids were dressed in the nicest clothes. You could tell from school yearbook pictures the immediate difference. “Cross,” I began. “Tell me what you know about Sinclair Cross.” “Sinner? That’s why I’m here? What has she done?” He asked in rapid succession. “Sinner?” “That’s her nickname.” “Explain to me how she came to be in your care for years,” I ordered.

Alright reserved. © 2020 Belle Cassy October 27, 2020 This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Chapter One: Introduction "We might look like a beast from the outside, but we are still normal creatures who also have emotions. It doesn't matter what you are, it's just the prejudice that made a person horrible. They only see you based on what they thought not on what they see... Open your eyes wider than yesterday and you'll see. -Grey

I'll call you when we're done. Other students began to fill the auditorium, making the place although slowly, noisier and hotter in temperature. A fat student that had the shape of an hard-boiled egg sat in the seat next to him minutes before they commenced. Behind his sat a girl with eyeglasses so thick he suspected they were bulletproof. She had an awfully small nose that reminded him of rats. In the seat before him was another girl that looked so thin it reminded him of someone with a terminal disease.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

She calls them that because they remind her of the asshole preppy kids in The Outsider. It is one of her favorite books and the movie adaption was one of her favorite movies as well. She often quoted the book, like when she told her friends to 'stay gold'. She had always kind of felt like Dally or Johnny from the book, feeling unloved and cast aside. Never more so since she came to this school. She really was an outsider here. She was just a poor greaser trying to fit in with the school full of socs. But the most popular soc was Asher Steele.

Adea said to herself, “and much bigger.” “It’s a prominent part of their cultures,” the short elderly woman standing inside the kiosk responded. “I have read all of these many times. Fascinating tales! If you’re looking to learn more about Outsider culture, might I recommend novels such as this one?” She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea.

"You hit another student in the nose with a lunch tray. Care to explain?" I sighed. "It's not my fault." "Amuse me." I groaned and jumped off my bed, stomping toward my window. "That bitch, Bridget, like Heather and Paris, pisses me off whenever they talk shit about people like me." "People like you?" She quizzed, lifting her lightly thin eyebrow. "You know, outcasted, neglected, a ghost to those who didn't care about our existence. Yes, people like me." I brushed my hair back harshly. "I was protecting my friends who were hit with insults by that bimbo bitch."

she jeered. The sound of their cruel words from behind him caused tears to fall freely from David's eyes. The tears refused to cease as he left the restaurant, entered his car, and began his long, painful drive back home. How could Melissa, alongside his own blood brother Alex, so effortlessly toy with his heart? Their laughter reverberated in his ears, a cold, haunting echo that cut him to the core. Finally, David arrived at his home, his hands quivering uncontrollably as he fumbled for his keys. The darkness within his house mirrored the profound hollowness within his being. It was in this emptiness that he made a decision... ***

My mate, my knight in shiny armor, I will be linked to him tomorrow and my life will finally get better, my life will finally be rid of all the sorrow and pain. I was still deep in my thoughts when Lorrein and her evil gang of girls moved in front of me. “Oh look who we have here, it’s the outcast.” She said and her gang of mean girls giggled. She pulled my book out of my hand and threw it to the ground, I bent down to pick it and one by one her gang of mean girls all emptied their drinks on me. “Oops that slipped.” Lorrein said, they all giggled and walked away.