Author has written 2 stories for Outsiders.
Alright so like most of you probaly don't me, but I love to read fanfiction stories.
My name is Haylie, I'm 14 and trying to keep my grades as A's.
I just started school last week.
I love to meet new people, so if you want message me. If you have any ideas for me to write about PM me.
I'll confess, I am not the best writer. I can't plot out my stories very well, I normally just write what comes to me right then. Half the time my stories are very ironic and not very detailed, the other half are very predictable don't have much plot and are too detailed. I will try my best
Books- The Outsiders, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Harry Potter, Summerhill Secrets, and Jordan Crossing.
Movies- Percy Jackson, The Outsiders, Another Cinderella story, Night at the Museum, and Lady and the Tramp.
Songs- Even if it breaks your heart, Long hot summer, Beers ago
If you want to know anymore about me, or have any questions, PM me and I will try to answer them.
Just got done reading a good fanfiction story.
You say I'm not cool. But cool is the same as cold. If I'm not cold, I'm hot. I know I'm hot. Thanks for embracing it.
Copy and paste this onto your profile if YOU LOOOOOOVE The Outsiders! :D :D :D :D :D
If you believe in God and are 100% proud of it then copy and paste this into your profile.
If you are NOT like other girls, then copy and paste this into your profile.
If you hear the voices of your characters in your head, please copy this into your profile.
If you love greasers, are a self-confessed greaser fan, and are a proud member of TEAM GREASER and can't stand Socs...COPY AND PASTE!
If you wish that a fictional character was real, copy and paste this to your profile.
I fall totally in love with a character and then when I'm done I secretly reread the parts where he talks.
If you think we should all go back to the 50's-early 60's, copy and paste this into your profile!
Darry: January 5
Soda: October 8
Ponyboy: July 22
Steve: April 15
Two-Bit: June 20
Dally: November 9
Johnnycakes: March 1
I'm an Outsider Obsesser because:
*I love looking up pics of them
*I hate popular kids even more now
*I own the book and movie and will pass them down to my kids!!!
*I am in love with one of the characters
*i will always do my reports on the Outsiders
*i MUST!!! correct people if they don't remember/explain a part wrong
*I write/read fanfictions about them
Nature's first green is gold
92 percent of the teen population would die if Abercrombie told them it was uncool to breathe, because they're all Socs. Put this on your profile if you're part of the 8 percent of greasers who would be laughing hysterically in the back.
You say Edward, I say Ponyboy. You say Bella, I say Sandy. You say Jacob, I say Sodapop. You say Washington, I say Tulsa. You say Vampires, I say Greasers. You say "How romantic," I say "Let's do it for Johnny!" Put this in your profile if you love The Outsiders. :D
If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book.
BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird, who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with books, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a boy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the people who are different, beautiful, and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone:
HarryArtemis1220, edwardcullenissosexy, Mikiness-Teh-Goddess, Kawaii-Inu-Mimi, hungrylikethewolf1994, ellaoptimistic, Darling Summers, Rozzyrox, Lupus Stevens, xThexBlackxRosex, Rose angel 428, Alyss Mainwaring,Ali Ranger51, Mo the Forensic One, Celebel Svit-kona, kookookarli, Pie in the Face, AryaFan1121,Bookworm73, RomanceLover312, Just Another Outsider, Funghost4000, h2opololuver, Angelsrock234,
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check Again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
I've been diagnosed
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You say Edward, I say Sodapop,
You say Bella, I say Cherry,
You say Jacob, I say Dallas,
You say Forks, I say Tulsa,
You say The lion fell in love with the lamb, I say Stay gold,
You say Vampires are bad, I say greasers would still mock them for sparkling in the sun,
You say Stephanie Meyer , I say S.E Hinton,
You say Twilight, I say The Outsiders.
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