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Avery's eyes locked with his, and for a few silent seconds, they simply stared at each other, their unspoken words floating between them like ethereal whispers. Then David abruptly let out a startled scream, quickly regaining his composure and springing up from Avery's lap. "What the hell?!" she asked, startled by his sudden outburst. David crossed his arms, frowning at Avery. "Why was my head on your lap?" he questioned. Avery's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "What? I should be asking you that question. It was your head, not mine," she retorted. "Exactly! Why did you place my head on your lap?" David argued, a slight edge to his tone.

One of them asked nervously, “Hey… hey, friend… you… who are you? What are you going to do?” Charlie replied coldly, “You are not qualified to ask me any questions. Based on the current situation, I am the only one who can ask you questions, and you will answer me. Moreover, you will have to answer me honestly. I will kill any one of you who does not answer my questions well. Do you understand me?” The two men hurriedly nodded and said, “Understood! Understood! Please go ahead and ask us any questions you want…” Charlie asked, “Where are you imprisoning the eight young Americans that you have captured?”

Delmar retorted. “But maybe we are afraid,” Matheus added. “I mean, look at us, we know next to nothing about Outsiders; what kind of people they are, how they think,” he looked Delmar directly in the eyes as he repeated Rowan’s previous words to him. “or what their weaknesses are.” Delmar narrowed his eyes at Matheus as he listened intently. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that in all the time we’ve been stuck in this nightmare, we’ve never learned a thing about the Outsiders. Well, Delmar, now we have one.”

“Knox, I can barely remember the lines in my jotter. You seriously expect me to read an entire textbook? This thing is like a thousand pages long!” “Fourteen hundred, actually,” he corrected, still not looking at me and fixing his classes with his middle finger. Mena somehow found it hot. ”Oh great, he counted,” Mena muttered. “Because that makes it so much better.” I watched as Knox finished whatever he was writing and then pushed the paper across the table toward me. It was covered in neat, precise handwriting, questions numbered one through thirty. “Answer these,” he said simply. I picked up the paper and scanned the questions. “What is this?”

“This is bullshit. You can't deny me my right to take my test. What the fuck?!” Oh. Wow this is crazy. People started muttering and whispering. One second, the hall is full of noise reacting towards them both. Now that everyone's distracted, I leaned towards Olive to check her script. My jaw dropped as I saw the questions on her paper were entirely different from mine. There was no fucking Pennsylvania history there. The first was the definition of history, disciplines related to history and blah blah blah. I sat back and thought I was crazy. Then I quickly snapped my head backwards and checked someone's paper. It was the same with Olive. Simple, no wonder everyone was smiling from the start

"Oh, if we went full name, we could go for Inhale Your Sperm. Reaching, maybe, but better than Flatty Tabby." "If I wanted to start a fight, toothpick, you'd already be-" "That's enough." I stood, interposing myself between the two. "What does she owe?" "World literature textbook, number 19-104. Raisin in the Sun 81. The Things They Carried 30. Frankenstein 0-75. Two copies of Beowulf, number 57 and one that's just three question marks." She glanced up contemptuously. "Did you return anything all year? There's more here."

“That’s the only answer that ever is.” There was a kind of council, then; an argument, a negotiation, a memory. The Exiles did not sit in a circle or stand in neat lines. They clustered and moved, voices overlapping, each person staking out a piece of the truth. A young woman with a jagged scar on her cheek demanded, "What do you want from us, outsider? Is it protection, or our silence?" Someone else, an old man with ash-colored braids, leaned forward with sharp eyes. "When you leave here, who do you become? Will you remember us, or will you vanish like smoke?" Another voice rose above the rest, a middle-aged figure with arms folded, gaze unwavering. "Would you save your enemy," they asked,

“I mean how many others are there?” Jem seemed confused by my question. “What do you mean?” He rubbed his brow and then asked. “Are you asking how many there are or do you mean people that can see or sense ghosts or whatever you want to call us?” “Well both but more so how many people are there that can physically interact with them…”I trailed off then corrected myself. “You.”

When the sun the up? Oh, well. I throw my phone carefully on the blue pillow on the bed. I haven’t read in a bit, so I take one of my favorite books. Though I have read it numerous times, it’s an epic book. I run my finger on the letters on the cover page of the book. The letters reads: THE OUTSIDERS. I sigh satisfyingly and begin my book. In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator.

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?