Monologue-Personal Narrative

There was no wind and no clouds that morning, just still air and cold sunshine. The hair in my nostrils froze almost immediately. When I took a deep breath, my lungs only filled up halfway.

I woke up and hoped my furnace was working and was ready to be put on full blast. It was a frigid cold day, the coldest it’s ever been. The weather man called for the temperature to be -59 degrees. I walked outside and the air made me feel like I couldn’t move. It was that cold.

I started playing volleyball in 3rd grade. My dad wanted me to play because my sister also played. It was my first day being a 3rd grader and my dad told me I should get into volleyball. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play. I watched my sister play every game and it looked like it was hard so I didn’t think I could do it.

The nights dragged on and the wind always seemed to rip through my parka. But I welcomed the cold, for it meant that the streets were empty and quiet, only a silhouette distinguishable against the grey sky.

August 2014 was the coldest August I had ever experienced. The month was filled with blankets and heavy coats. Though usually Brazilian winters aren’t much different than American autumns, this one made everyone chilly. I was born and raised in the United States of America with my father, mother and younger brother. But my mother was born and raised in Curitiba, a city in Brazil. When my parents got married, they decided to live in the United States to raise their family. Despite that, I grew up with a part of Brazil in my heart. We visited Brazil many times throughout my childhood, but when I was at home, my mom brought Brazil to us through her cooking. My family loved sitting down to various Brazilian meals, many of which were rice, meat,

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It was freezing cold. So cold I found myself wondering if I possibly had frost bite. Would I ever be able to feel the tips of my fingers and toes again? The news had gone on for days about how bad the upcoming polar vortex would be. I unfortunately would find out first hand what exactly the news was talking about.

I jammed my hands into my pockets as I squinted at the blurry mass of snow that swirled dizzyingly in front of my eyes. I cursed my lack of forethought about gloves as my hands grew colder and stiffer in my pockets. I had dragged myself out of my warm bed, slid across my icy porch, and slowly trudged down our unplowed street to my pond.

I was walking again. I do that a lot, because walking relaxes me. Sometimes it just feels nice to stretch your legs, and get some fresh air. The Moscow air is so fresh that it burns your face a bit, but I know that a little hypothermia is good for the soul. God, I sound like air supply. Anyway, it was cold again. I mean it’s always cold in Moscow, but today it was different, because this walk wasn’t for nothing. I was intent on my purpose, so I moved at a brisk pace. I sped up, but made sure not to go too fast so that the ice pick didn’t dig into my thigh.

As I peeked out of the vestibule, I grabbed my hat from my bag and pulled it down low over my ears. Then, I put my gloves back on and ventured into the wind. I stepped into the freezing February streets of New York, hoping I would make it back to my cozy apartment, which was a 20- minute walk away.

Walking through the city is something I rarely do. Living out in the countryside, I almost never have the opportunity to walk along these bustling streets. The closest I get is to walking at the Markland Mall, the movie theater and or the grocery store. However, it’s not as if I’ve never walked downtown. I was actually looking forward to this because it’s been almost a year since I last walked these streets and I enjoyed myself. When I step out of my car the first thing I realize is that it’s quite chilly and cloudy. Thinking it was going to be sunny I wore shorts so I was doubly uncomfortable. Trying to stay warm I put my hands in my pockets and dash towards the nearest sunlight I could find. Standing there feeling like an idiot, I warm up trying to resist the cold breeze. Looking around me I notice one guy staring at me from his truck. Before he was parked in the middle of the street. I thought he was waiting for someone so I

“Pshhh,” a voice whispered behind me. “Pssst look behind you,” the voice said again. I turned around to see an urge of cold air from the window go up my spine.I shivered from the cold wind. There was nothing except gray things on the ground. I looked

It felt as if the cold was piercing through my blanket. I tried to warm up in my sleeping bag by moving around, but without being able to make a fire in the tent I couldn’t get warm. Somehow my friend had already fallen asleep, but as I lied awake I could hear the creaking of trees in the wind. I had to go outside because I could

It is 5:30 and time to head off to work. I go into the shoe room and throw on my once worn set of clothes, which consist of a tee-shirt, sweatshirt, long johns, pants, and some winter boots. I also grab a coat on the way out. I opened the door and the cold wintry blast hit my pale face.

The cool air breezed onto my face, the dark sky only adding to how cold the day was. It was December, and it was cold winter indeed. The temperature I would have to say was below freezing, maybe about 20 degrees fahrenheit. It was cold, that’s all I have to say. I was walking down the sidewalk, the air slapping my cheeks till they were red. I finally saw my mother, who was sitting in her car, waiting for me patiently, like she always did back them. I walked close to her, looking down the window as she was focusing on her phone, as usual. It was something she had always done ever since she got herself a smart phone, it kinda did piss me off at times, but Ignored it for now. I knocked on the window with my sleeve, since I wasn’t going to