The Outsiders Memes Novels & Stories

Technically, we did. "It's fine," I say instead, pulling out my notebook with shaking hands. "I don't care." But I do care. I care very much. By third period, the whispers have evolved into full-blown conversations that halt abruptly when I walk by. Someone's made a meme of my slap, with the caption "FINISH HIM" in Mortal Kombat font. Another edited my poolside photo onto the cover of Sports Illustrated. I keep my chin up, my sunglasses on, ignoring the looks and the not-so-subtle pointing.

Racist Tantrum Over ‘Fake’ Handbag Leaves Internet Furious. The video was grainy, filmed from a door camera, but oh so damning. Norma, in full glam, hurled a gaudy knock-off Birkin at an unsuspecting delivery guy’s chest, screamed a slur, then slammed the door. His shocked face alone became a meme in under ten minutes. T*****r was dragging her like a sacrificial goat through flames. “Oh, you love to see it,” Tomas muttered gleefully from the kitchen island, snacking on his third cookie.

She was an international fan, unlike us. "Garbage? You call us garbage when you are the outsider here. This is my country, and you call me ousider you piece of scum?" Said the bully. One reason why none of minded these hater's because they insult you with your race, colour, religion. None of us uttered a word. That's how things work here. We don't say anything, but later, we inform all the world wide fan's through social media, and together we hack their system's. That's Devil power bitch.

’ 😂😂😂 As soon as he heard that puff of laughter, Noah knew that his words didn’t come out right, so without giving Peyton a chance to erupt in another outrage, he corrected himself, “When I said outstanding, I meant memorable, like a huge crooked nose or an ugly burn scar!” Blackie and Levi, still dying inside from holding in their laughter: Yes, you heard that right! You are so fucking forgettable that the only way to make someone remember you is if you broke your nose in three places or burnt off half of your face! 😂 Levi finally couldn’t hold it in any longer, and his chest rumbled with unsuppressed husky laughter, which made the pleasant kind of goosebumps rise on Noah’s arm. However

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

“There will be no traces of the things posted about you online anymore.” I nodded. “Great. That would send a message across to them that we are out for war.” I knew some of the videos would still surface later, but at least this was a clear message to Clayton that I was finally acting out. “Great. Now, I want you to post the part where he said, ‘I need you to kill them all,’ online. I want Clayton’s face bold. Make it into a meme, a short, and any form that would pass the message across to everyone.”

“She’s got a mouth like fire, that one.” “Shut it, burrow-butt,” she snapped sweetly. "Says a certain smallie that loves being hurled to the ground." Mangolia smirked. "That's not itt, you-" in the stead of completing her words, she pursued them, club in hand. Their laughters spilled across the air. Soon, the streets whispered about the little gang. The Farthides, as they called themselves, after Fremelin’s ridiculous creed: “Touch the fart of our hides, and we’ll have your hides!”

The three girls merely shook their heads as another contender for most ludicrous hooligan of the night spoke, “I’m SO gay, you guys.” A comical sort of silence surrounds the gang for a second. “We know,” everyone simultaneously said. Odell shot them all a disbelieving glare. “Oh... how?” “Sweetie, you came out to us last year,” Naia said with an amused smile. “Did I?” Odell gave it a serious thought, not being able to remember the momentous event in his drunken state. Megan bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop herself from chortling then and there. “Does yelling ‘I’m gay!!!! I’M GAY!!!!!’ to the ocean jog your memory?”

Selena hurled the tablet onto the sofa. The screen was still lit. A meme kept sliding up her timeline. It was that photo of Ava, startled by the flash, a french fry caught between her lips. Across it, in huge bold letters, someone had written: "Her only crime was buying this many chips and not sharing with the rest of us." Under it were fifty thousand likes. "I’m so done with this!" Vivian cried, covering her face. "Has the whole internet gone collectively insane? It’s an oversized gray hoodie. It’s cheap junk food. Why do they even like her? Some people are literally analyzing the fabric of that hoodie."

They were turned into disgusting and degrading memes for everyone else’s amusement and Mara was kind enough to send them all to my DM, making me see just how ridiculous they had made me into. I blocked her. The word ‘PIG’ was graffitied on my locker, and when I opened it several smelly pork chops came tumbling out, falling on my clothes and shoes. People shoved me hard as they walked past slamming me into lockers, the sink, and the wall. Someone tore my hoodie and sweatpants with a pair of scissors shouting, “Show us your disgusting rolls, bitch!”, trying to strip me naked in the middle of the hallway.