The Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

Even if I confess to you, I think that there will also be dunces—dunces, of course, but rich dunces. As in all high schools, I imagine many types of caste people were created naturally or by force. There are the popular ones who consider themselves the best in the world. Then there are normal people, who just live their lives and get along with everyone. The nerds are sitting in the library, preparing for the next test. And finally, of course, the strangers who stay on the rooftop break or cross the schoolyard alone. Yeah, everyone knows them, but no one wants to notice them because they're unpopular and just... outsiders. But I know perfectly well that I am part of an uncategorized group in

Deeply grateful, Natasha realized that this girl was the same one she had saved from the bad boys a few days earlier. Their encounter solidified their bond, and Natasha took the girl, Imade Martins, to a secluded spot where they could talk. Imade was a beautiful, smart, and funny girl. Their friendship blossomed into a close relationship resembling that of sisters, despite their different social backgrounds. Almost every day, Natasha would sneak out of her house to meet Imade at the park. Imade opened Natasha's eyes to the realities of poverty as they shared experiences like eating street food and using public transportation.

I questioned my abilities, my choices, and the very essence of my existence within the pack. As the battle raged on, my imagination conjured vivid images of the struggle unfolding outside the safehouse walls. I envisioned the ferocity of the enemy's attacks, the bravery of my warriors, and the uncertainty of the outcome. Each clash of swords felt like a stab to my heart, a reminder of the lives at stake, including my own. I pressed my trembling hands against my ears, desperately trying to drown out the cacophony surrounding me. But the sounds permeated through my defenses, echoing in my mind like a relentless reminder of the imminent danger.

“Especially to one of them.” “Do you mean Three?” I ask. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to their names. The boy immediately nods, lets go of my hand and begins to descend, taking two steps at a time. I take a second to analyze the situation. I don’t even know what the type looks like, whom I shouldn´t get in the way under any circumstances, so how can I successfully avoid him? An image pops into my head of a stocky, menacing-looking guy with a bald-shaven skull and rage written all over his face. Well beautiful, nothing like a good stereotype. I shake my head vigorously, banishing this ghastly image from my thoughts. I greedily draw cold air into my lungs and set off after One. With ever

Charlie then turned to Daves and started, "Mr. Nee." Daves shook in surprise. "Yes, Mr. Wade." "You are an Oskian, part of the Oskian Gang, and you live in Oskiatown," Charlie said. "Here, you represent all the Oskians who make a living in this neighborhood. Remember, stop being a pushover! The facts have proved that being a wimp doesn't keep you safe, especially in your world. The more cowardly you are, the more people will step on you."

Chapter Fifteen. Nina's POV This is surely disturbing. I have never imagine na mangyayari ito sa buong buhay ko. Hindi na bago saakin ang pagtinginan o di kaya titigan, being the so-called-nerd and outcast in my previous school, gives you quite an attention. Some would have that mocking smirk in plastered in their lips, and some would show that disgusting look in their face. The rest would just ignore and threat you like air, in worse case a trash.

He figures that it a much healthier alternative that snatching women off of the street to torture them. Not that the town believes it. If only his crazy ass father and brother could have found another outlet for their psychotic episodes. Then he would not be the town pariah. Owen lives fifteen miles outside of town and he rarely goes there, except for when he is out of supplies. But even after all these years, he still has the few people that look at him and whisper. For the first few years after the story of his family came to light, it was the worst. People would cross the street to stay away from him. He would walk into the grocery store and folks would abandon their carts to gather their

Slowly, painfully, as a complete outsider, he built up a dossier on this other person named Ivor Chenkov and the life he had led. The happy dreams of childhood became less frequent and the dreams of imprisonment almost constant and ever more dark and elaborate. Sometimes it would be a cell with bars on the windows, with the forest and the river outside and the boy whom he knew to be his friend playing by himself, netting fish far away by the riverbank. Sometimes he would be trapped in a dark cave where water dripped from the ceiling, completely alone. He seemed to spend all of his time searching for an exit, which was never there.

*** I'm walking again, this time in an underground railway station, were I see vagabonds camping for the night. They sleep on cardboard sheets, covering themselves with newspaper while some just sit leaning against the wall, a bottle of booze in one hand. Perhaps this is how we will and up as well, Theo and I. We will soon end up taking shelter on the streets. But not now. Later. When I'm done finding everything out. Let Louise men come again. This time I won't fight, I will let them take me, at least let them try. Because I know the Green eyed hooded figure will come again, for he is watching me just like Louise Choi.

No harassment? My imagination is really reaching a different level earlier and they just disappoint me. I thought they are villains! Isn’t that what most villains do? I saw some freed civilians roaming around the camp and some of them are laughing! Wow! The audacity of these people, the military men are worried about the civilian and these people just – I shrug my shoulder, it’s none of my business. Time to flee! I grab my things and find my brother. I got excited imagining that we will leave these places, together. Well, set aside his parents