‘At last,’ I thought, glad that school was over for the day. I ran from the playground, faster than a cheetah, crossed the playing field, fled down the brick stairs and leapt into the road. Suddenly, what would usually be a great sight was driving right into me. BAM! Everything went black.
The ice cream van had hit the school bully who just happened to be the best U12 British cross-country runner.
Now that I 've got your attention, here’s where the story starts… Once, there was a child called Norbert, but, for some reason, he just never fitted in. Was it his big blue eyes? His small crooked nose? Was his big friendly smile just a little too friendly?
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They swarmed around him rapidly.
“Oi! Monster-face! How’d they let someone as ugly as you into school?” snarled Jimmy Scott, playing to his audience. The gang of children laughed and pointed at the unwelcome monster.
At once, Norbert - the big monster - felt small, very small. He wished silently that he was invisible as he cowered away, trying to hide his face as his eyes welled up and then, giant tears slowly trickled down his gnarled cheeks.
Without a pause for thought, he concluded that he had one option - RUN! The floor shook as he thudded away, each step like a bomb crashing in a war zone.
Edward found him some time later when he was checking on his bike. Norbert was curled up in the corner of the bike shed sobbing great, wet tears. He had been sobbing so hard, a moat of salty water had developed around him.
Edward sympathised. He remembered the time he had been bullied. He starts to talk to Norbert. “It’s alright, Norbert,” he said, trying desperately to comfort him, “I was once picked on, because of my Geordie accent. They used to try to imitate my accent. They would chant: ‘Gan doon toon, gan doon toon, geordie boy’.”
“This made me feel alone, with nobody to talk to. I felt left out. It made me feel sad, very sad and lonely. I hated school. I never wanted to go. I wanted to go home, back to Newcastle. That’s where my old friends are, they all
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Dr. Victor Frankenstein was a brilliant scientist with an obsession that drives him to play God by creating life. However, all did not go as planned when the creation turns out to be not quite what he wanted; with many deformities, he was overall hideous and terrifying. Frankenstein fled, and rejected his creation. What follows is the tragedy of a creature created by the arrogance and ambition of one man, an ugly yet full human being. Victor Frankenstein gave birth to this monster, and like any unwanted child, the monster was tossed away. Unloved and alone, he strived to meet his basic needs. The monster learned from what he observed, as a child would, and eventually progressed rapidly to reading and producing eloquent speeches. His demeanor
He gradually learned how to speak and started understanding the language perfectly. Moreover, it was this exposure to the human society (family) from which he had learned about the pleasure and obligations of the family and human relations. Thus, when he read his creator’s journal that is all about his unpleasant appearance, he cries out loud saying, “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust” (“Frankenstein” 111)? At this point, he develops a feeling of hatred which is a result of his father’s rejection and is not inbuilt. Moreover, when he tries to reveal himself to De Lacey’s family, they also shunned him based on his ugly looks, however, the monster had loved them as he used to make secret efforts for them by gathering wood at night to leave at their door in order to reduce their hardship (“Frankenstein” 96). He was left isolated and his severe pain of rejection justifies his act of burning their cottage. This feeling of rejection, merely on the basis of his appearance depressed him. After this, he went to Switzerland, where he tries to help a child, but the kid starts crying out after looking at him, and the
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As I struggled to grab on to a thesis for this essay, it finally occurred to me that my empathy for the monster really was fundamental in my reading of this text. In further examining why I would feel this way, and by comments made in class on this subject, I soon realized that I had a parallel to the monster’s experience right in front of me – literally. My brother, borne with a severe cleft pallet and lip he has endured twenty-three years of surgeries and therapies to repair the structure of his face. The first surgeries focused primarily on function of his basic needs: eating, breathing, speaking etc. without emphasis on how he looked. However, these past few years, as he approached his early twenties, the surgeries have focused primarily on his appearance. Like the monster, he experiences many prejudices based on his appearance. He is frequently looked upon suspiciously in stores while shopping and has been approached by security on occasion. Strangers tend to shy away from him and often look away and do not respond if he directly address’ them. He
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