The Outsiders Memes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, well, Gustav's pulling out his PR shield." ‌ Vanya leaned closer to the screen, her eyes narrowing. "He's got his moves, that's for sure." ‌ Vasky, not one to back down, tapped away at his keyboard. "Let's respond with another meme. A witty comeback, right?" ‌ The digital battlefield was alive with tension, strategies, and words that cut sharper than any blade. The gang was fighting not just for a story, but for the truth—a truth that would bring justice and expose corruption. The virtual realm had become their stage, and each meme, each headline, was a line in the script of their battle.

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

I looked at the seagulls soaring freely by the sea and casually replied, "That's not my problem." "Can you stop causing trouble, Heidi? We're all exhausted from the four-hour drive. Just book the dinner already, or I'll really get mad!" Mom said. I chuckled without a care. "Go ahead and get mad then. It'd be best if you throw a tantrum so everyone can see how Mrs. Lewis couldn't even afford a meal." Mom's breathing grew quicker from anger, yet she dared not raise her voice anymore. "I won't argue with you this time. Madie and Fable wanted to try heli-skiing, go and arrange it for them."

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

cackles a voice behind me. I turn around, surprised. An older, massive, and cruel inmate approaches. Her gaze burns with contempt. Without a word, she shoves me to the ground. My head hits the iron mattress, a sharp pain shoots through my skull. I feel humiliation seize me, but I do not scream. I slowly rise, transforming my fall into a mere incident, as if nothing had happened. In my mind, I repeat: observe, survive, prepare. — Learn quickly, she whispers as she walks away. Here, nothing is forgiven.

He looked ready to kill someone. The memes kept multiplying. One showed the shoe next to the crime scene with clown makeup. Another turned the blood into silly cartoon splashes. Rage boiled over into direct threats: “She deserves justice. I looked up to her so much. I can't believe she was killed!” “Rich people think they can get away with murder.” #FindHerKillerOrWeWill

It trembled for a moment before steadying again, revealing Aaron, Blake and… him. Next played the one scene that had been on repeat in his mind–Aaron’s fist slammed into his jaw. Suddenly, the video froze just as he was about hitting the floor and a cartoon horny blasted. Bright colors exploded across the screen, his face stretched and farting sound effects played as the footage zoomed in repeatedly. The meme continued for another few seconds before cutting back to the podcast where Gina was already laughing uncontrollably. They showed the other students around her too, all equally amused as they chortled and cackled.

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

A crowd of students had formed, recording from every angle, their laughter and jeers audible in the background. “Wow,” Gal whispered, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. Milo looked at her and smirked. “I’ve always known that Sia girl would get herself into trouble.” Gal tried not to laugh, but a small snort escaped. “This is so messy.” As they walked toward school, more messages popped up. Meme versions of the video were already circulating. Someone had even added subtitles and sound effects. Gal shook her head. “We’re not even in the first period and already there’s chaos.”

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?