The Outsiders Socs Novels & Stories

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."

Sophia, a nineteen years old girl who was on a bike ride and overjoyed that she's gonna be twenty the next day and ride across the city had a contact with Ice Pick, a druglord and a Mafia leader whose identity, his name was unknown to the world but most feared human in the whole of America. Sophia was having fun when a car spatted some dirty mud water in the pothole in the market and being one to act rascally, she immediately pick up a stone and threw it to the glass of the car as the car reversed as her first conversation with the car owner and the driver and she insulted the duo and then ride her bike away in victory.

“Maybe it was one of the ugly ducklings at Hadleigh. Either they’re desperate to lose their V-card or…” Hadleigh High didn’t have too many outcasts. It was a hierarchy. The elite were on top while peasants hung low. Then, there was below the “poverty line,” which was what Garrett called it. They were everyone’s bitch, but Toby was so high up on the totem pole, he didn’t have time to mess with the lower class. “Or…” Toby waited warily. “Well, you’re pretty much the resident golden boy of Sheffield. And you haven’t exactly been a… merciful ruler to the rest of us mortals.”

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

AJ: Yes MC: Yes SL: Yes, boss PS: Yes! WG: Yeah OF: Perhaps Ash: Olivia OF: Yes, I did Ash: All right OF: Can you say it? PS: Say what? OF: Not you OF: Mob Boss Ash PS: Oh Ashybear Ash: Say what exactly? OF: You know SL: Know what? SL: I don't OF: Actually, don't OF: Nevermind OF: Don't say it OF: It'd feel weird here. Ignore me