The Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

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.

Gable gave a sharp, judgmental sniff, her eyes scanning my oversized green hoodie and paint-splattered jeans before she turned on her heel and walked out of the feed room. ​I let out a long breath, leaning my forehead against a cool metal sack of grain. ​Welcome to Oakridge—a small town where the grass was perfectly manicured, the country club memberships cost more than my mother made in a year as a nurse, and I was currently ranking as the town’s premier invisible nobody. At seventeen, my track record was flawlessly tragic: No boyfriend, no first kiss, a dad who skipped town years ago, and a younger sister, Lizzy, who treated me like a highly contagious disease whenever we were within fifty

There was only one thing I remembered, one belief carved into my bones: Kill every “outsider.” That was my purpose. During the day, everyone on campus looked human. But once night fell, we all turned into monsters. My existence was dull and repetitive. Occasionally, a new batch of “outsiders” would arrive, and the monotony would break for a few days. I overheard many of them whispering that they wanted to clear the game and win the prize money. To do that, they had to kill the final boss.

She asks frowning. For the first time, I pay attention to what surrounds them, I do not recognize that part of town, the buildings around them are old and seem uninhabited. The walls are filled with graffiti and the streets are filled with trash, it looks like the kind of place where those who can not adapt to society live, the Outcasts. Mabel turns the volume up to hear what the reporter is saying.

I can see from my peripheral vision that they'll just murmur something whenever we come across them. Yuji started to run faster. He's already ahead of me. He's running so fast I am having a hard time coping with him. My knees are so tired and I am already catching my breath. Still, I did not stop. I promised the lady that I will catch the thief. The thief turned left so we followed him. The gap between him and Yuji is getting smaller! The three of us kept running and running until we came to a dead end. I realized just now that we are on a narrow street. There are no houses nor any buildings that can be seen from here. We are far from the crowded area earlier.

Since then, the Purge has become a tradition and, every year, Outsiders are forced away from their homes, without the possibility of returning. It was during my tenth Purge that I met him, the architect of everything. Children were always spared, no one cared. Too weak to survive, and too problematic to handle. We used to watch what was happening with fear, wondering if it would be so difficult for us too. We hoped, deep down, that someone would come to save us; every now and then some minstrel came, singing of honorable heroes about to save the realms. We dreamed that one day one of them would come for us too. We were children, and that hope was the only thing that made us fear the future l

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

And how would he get to The Gold Star? "Mom is that a hobo?" the innocent voice of a child towards his person caught his attention, receiving a look of astonishment from the creature and one of rejection from his mother. "Yes, ignore him and keep walking." Oliver could not fully understand that strange conversation; the people outside that prison spoke strangely, with an unfamiliar accent. He swallowed a little saliva looking around him again; there was a lot of light, more than his eyes had ever seen, people kept passing by. This time they noticed his presence; they covered their noses with their expensive coats, others looked at him with disgust and annoyance while some just walked faster

It was a terrifyingly open-ended concept, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and incredibly empowered. As the sun reached its peak, I walked out to the porch and looked at the town below; the smoke from the chimneys drifted lazily into the crisp, clear air. Oakhaven was a small, quiet, and completely ordinary place; it was the kind of town where people went to live their lives, raise their children, and eventually, grow old. We were outsiders, ghosts who had wandered into their world, but as I stood there, I realized that we were also people; we were capable of being ordinary, too.

When the girl walked to the door, he finally slowly opened his mouth and said. Hearing this, the girl nodded gently. Seeing the girl's figure leave, the eyes of the old clan leader of the Inuit showed a bitter look. "Will we have to pin all the hopes of our Inuit clan on an outsider? How sad it is." The clan leader of the Inuit murmured. Then he let out a bleak laugh.