Maya Schloemer's The Outsider-Personal Narrative

The day was chill and somber.  Overhead was a gray expanse of cloud, slightly stirred, however, by a breeze; so that a gleam of flickering sunshine might now and then be seen a its solitary play along the path (159).

The night before had brought a starless night with rain, but daybreak cracked through on a promising Saturday morning. The sky awoke with clouds dissipating. Hues of indigo beckoned the light between the black sky and the blue. Fog clung to the rolling hills while the varnished sun lit up the fields. In the distance, a faint sound rumbled over the quiet wisps still hanging in the air.

The brisk wind rustled the leaves and the branches murmured. The morning had been chilly and opaque, with a curtain of drizzle sweeping across the plains. The decaying morality and despair of humanity has affected the weather, or have I just ceased being able to see colour?

It had been a soggy drive in from the highway and the old pine and cedar forest was swirling with mist from tired clouds too heavy with angry rain to rise above the tree tops. The lake was steel grey and even the front lawn was a muted washed out green today.

So I got ready I put on my Aaron Rodgers jersey I made me some cereal and as some toast than my packers hat slowly putting it on I grabbed my 2500 dollars and left the house after that I was on my way to shrimps house I arrived at the house and slowly opened the door to find out the crew was there I t was me Cameron David red says, Eli and Colbert so I slammed the door and said how are we gonna pull off this stunt red blurted we can ask Cameron mom for money so quickly got my belt out and started to beat him down mercilessly it got so out of control I grabbed a bat and smacked him read laid there unconscious and bruised we got business again then Eli raised his hand I said yes Eli you have an idea he said yes dad we can all go and look for money I said that's not a bad idea but we may need a better idea to pull this stunt.David blurted we can all.

We all went to the cafeteria, that stupid Sylvia Saldivar says, “Hey Rachel, I’m sorry, I thought that ugly red sweater was yours, because you are skinny. Oh my! Sylvia Saldivar just apologized to me. I thought she was the meanest kid here. She always turns away when I tell her something. This is very weird but I guess we are friends now!

it was going to rain soon. The trees looked like ghosts and even sounded like them because the wind

After walking down the path for several minutes, the trees began to become desolate and sparse, and a chill came into the air. You pulled your cardigan tighter around your frame, and reached into your jeans pocket to grab your phone to use as torch. The light seemed to have faded from the sky, big dark clouds now looming overhead.

I am the outsider. I attended beginner sailing camp with my brother, Kent. I had never stepped foot on a sailboat while my brother had sailed since the previous fall. He knew all the instructors because they were fellow high school sailors. I was in a whole different world: the sailing world. New terms like “line” instead of “rope” was being drilling into my head. All instructors and Kent continuously said, “There is no rope on a boat, only line.” The bonding of Kent and the high school instructors made me jealous and envious of their relationship. At that time I was the outsider, who knew nothing about sailing.

“From that point on, everything became a blur of emotion, my father and I escaped the base with the help of the man and a lady named Maddy Bowen helped us get to England where we now live, and I’ve never been happier in my life to have him”

Starting the dark dreary walk back home, I barely sensed the harsh pounding of raindrops on my forlorn face. Thunder crackled ominously overhead, a tidal wave of mucky water covered the dusty streets. The world seemed to be crashing before my numb, tear-stricken eyes.

It was chilling, and dark. It felt gray, like an absence of something, something that was vital. She felt unwanted, and remembered the times when others would ignore her. She

The early morning fog loomed as far as he could see, it was almost tangible, shrouding everything in a thick white veil, the light barely managing to penetrate the haze. The sounds of birdsong and motors that should have been filling the air around me all seemed to have disappeared, even her footsteps had been swallowed by the greedy beast.

As if the pelt cloak wasn't odd enough, the acorn-like lantern clasped in the wanderer's mitts had an unusual flame encased inside. There was no wick or oil for the flame to be fueled from. It just floated in place while shining a brilliant, yellow light over the wanderer and lighting up a yard of the surroundings. Feelings of unsatisfying mystery irradiated from this outsider as his or her face was blacked out from the shadow of the dead syzthan's large rat-like snout casted over their face.

It was a beautiful day. It was dark, cool, and damp, just the way I like it. I looked over at Cassandra and Connor, and they were having just as much fun as I was drinking the water that fell down on us. The light breeze made my hair blow to one side. The ground was moist, making it perfect for everything we do: eat, drink, sleep and socialize.