Where Is Outsiders Set Novels & Stories

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?

Immediately, they leapt and turned into werewolves in midair, digging into the sand and pushing forward at lightning speed. Kellen suddenly came up on my left side. "The east side of Promontory Point is too commercial, in full view of the Hoover Dam, but they could be on the west side." "Send a crew to check it out." Then I turned to face him, still holding my sword. "Where would be a good place for The Outsiders to hide, away from tourists?" I thought aloud, half asking myself and him. "Ferdinand, sent a crew to check out Fortification Hill. See if there are caves around it."

I do not think he did, I shrugged threading my fingers in puppy Orian's fur as she gazed at the foreign environment, sniffing in the air, It was a pretty long ride and I think we are in the deepest part of town. The bad part you mean? She asked and I had to agree with her. I felt like the dumb movie character that was where she wasn't supposed to be as I took in my surroundings just as my puppy did. It couldn't be more obvious that it was the shabby part of town, with brown buildings that looked like they were dens for criminal activities. Men in groups of twos and threes were hurdled together placing hands on their pockets intermittently while looking over their shoulders like they expected

That's how we started off. Bedford is a dangerous place, just beyond the city of Southpoint. It's more of a ghetto than a town. Its pretty rundown. Violence, terror and hatred everywhere. The people who live there were all just people abandoned by society and have to resort to crime and violence to make a living.

People jumping from buildings, people going missing—it's all connected to those outsiders! "Everyone here today wants a better future for Portfall and its people. We can't let outsiders destroy Portfall, so we have to drive them out! They can't be allowed to set foot here again!" The crowd roared back, "Exactly! Ever since the outsiders came to Portfall, everything's gone to hell. What if they target us next? We won't even know what hit us." "Get the outsiders out of Portfall! Give us back our city!" "Drive them out!"

Ethan POV “Evie said she was across from a park and a homeless man with a tent.” I wasn’t sure how many times I repeated myself, but I didn’t want to forget it. Four black SUVS were flying down the ghetto streets of this forsaken city. The only people around here were homeless and druggies. Nothing good came from this part of town. “THERE!” Damon pointed at a tent. Slamming on the brakes, Damon had to slam his hand on the dash to keep from flying through the windshield.

** "The Shack" was a rundown piece of shit that made me miss the vampire-mansion-lair-dungeon-of-doom. It was in the middle of nowhere. Literally, it was in the middle of nowhere. The only neighbors were some gators in the bayou and maybe some birds and lizards. Oh! And don't forget those crickets! The shack was nestled deep in a bayou that was probably on no map in existence. Abraham told Hezekiah to make sure that we weren't followed—that was a pretty easy task to fulfill.

Avery nodded, conceding to his request, and the remainder of the drive continued in tense silence. They arrived at a bungalow, surrounded by an expansive yard adorned with lush carpet grass and a beautifully maintained garden. A charming mini garden path led to the front door, enhancing the inviting atmosphere. The single-story bungalow exuded tranquillity, with its well-maintained exterior painted in a soothing shade of cream.

She had never set foot in a place like this before—it was completely outside her world. The slums were small, and any outsider stood out like a sore thumb, especially someone like Marah. Dressed in her expensive outfit, she looked completely out of place. A group of women, sitting in the shade snacking on sunflower seeds, turned their heads to stare at her with curiosity. “Who’s that?” “No idea. Looks like she’s about to film a movie or something.” Hearing their hushed whispers, Marah rolled her eyes in frustration. The heat was unbearable, her patience was wearing thin, and she just wanted to get what she came for and leave.

They could see evidence of poverty and neglect everywhere, from the boarded-up windows to the graffiti covering the walls. Despite being surrounded by the bright lights and sophistication of the city, They felt like they were in a place that had been forgotten. It was as if this one street was a pocket of poverty and desperation, isolated from the rest of the world. As they continued down the street, Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that they were an outsider in a place where they didn't belong. The residents of the street seemed wary of outsiders, and she could sense their distrust and suspicion. Despite the striking contrast to the rest of the city, this one street was a world unto itself