Which Character Are You From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

I hear a husky voice. I turn to see a man, probably not much older than me. He's tall, not taller than Ogi, but tall. Piercing almond eyes and dark blonde hair. He's not white, but he's not as dark as my dad or Ogi. I know immediately that he's a Wolf. "NanaBoozhoo." I reply. "You're from North, I see." He says. "Yes. Northeast." I reply. "I thought I knew everyone I needed to know... I was wrong."

Mom then turned to me, looking at me with a pained and aggrieved expression once again. "Rene! Are you seriously going to let your dad and your brothers go to jail? They just made a mistake! It was just a family disagreement that should be easily forgiven!" I wiped the blood from my mouth again. "A mistake? You call it a mistake that you all punched, kicked, and forced me, your own biological daughter, their biological sister, to grovel and beg, all for the sake of an outsider? "Tell me the truth, Mom. I'm not your biological daughter, am I? It's Vivian who is your actual daughter, right?"

"Darwin Charles is from Kingston as you know." He was shocked when he saw Darwin, he didn't recognize him earlier! He thought he was just a spokesperson, turns out he's a general of the gang, he's really been left out. "Now if you ever encountered any problem, call them and they will come to you, there's nothing they can't solve in their respective cities." His father proudly said. Although he has never seen anyone from them except Darwin Charles, surely everyone from them is a reputable person in their cities hiding their identity as a gang general, how brilliant.

the other brother steps forward at the mention of his name. "Where are you from, Amaris?" Zach asks as he slowly closes the distance between us, the other two flanking him. "Umm…" I say, biting my bottom lip. "I grew up in foster care," I mutter with a sad shrug. "So, I guess you could say that I'm kind of from everywhere and nowhere at the same time," I tell them, a pang of sadness hitting me when my brother's face flashes through my mind. I could tell them that I'm from Northport, but I'm not ready to answer why I'm not a part of their pack.

Harriet would never forget the face of the people who bullied her in her high school days. Even their names stuck in her head: Jannah, Cherry and Kimberly. They are Madell’s friends who are older than Madell, but stick close with the brat because they adore her brother, Zion.

The other students laughed. All of them except me. I looked into the boy's eyes—golden, like the burning sun. I saw anger and humiliation, but more than that, I saw unbreakable pride. His name was Soren. A poor kid from the Barren Mountains. I’d seen him around, always alone in a corner, quietly reading, quietly training. He never talked to anyone, and no one wanted to talk to him. Until now. "If you don't belong here," Marcus’s voice grew crueler, "then crawl back to whatever hole you came from!"

Story of my life. I kind of felt bad for Charlotte. She'd left all of her own people back in Wilding Springs, even given up looking for her father, Raoul, just to protect me. Out of some misguided honor thing I really didn't understand. Or appreciate, to be honest. This year was going to be new and hopefully all kinds of awesome. I wasn't sure how having a cold, blonde shadow following me everywhere was going to be conducive to fitting in with the rest of the student body.

Knox asks and sits down next to me on the couch to stretch out his math notebook and book to me, "My sister would, but she's busy." "And hasn't she told you that you should do it yourself?" "She knows I'm good at other things, not math," she says with a grimace, "That's for boring people, like the Rich Ones. Like you." I scoff a laugh. Ever since we conquered Hughmount, people started dividing themselves into the Rich Ones and the Poor Ones. The Rich ones being the original people of Greyhound and the Poor Ones being the people of what used to be Hughmout. I obviously don't like them calling each other that, but even I refer to people that way from time to time.

“They said I was nothing more than the son of a two-bit swindler from Brooklyn. I was where I was because I rode my father’s underworld coattails.” “You don’t see yourself that way, do you?” “I try not to.” Charli reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers. “I don’t know what you do,” she said. “I know you work hard. I didn’t know you were from Brooklyn. So what? You took me to the house in Westchester. But Nox, I didn’t even know your last name in Del Mar and I knew you were a man of substance.”