Novel & Cerita Is The Experience Of Being An Outsider Universal

I've been called that more than once. Her eyes flash and she has a seat next to me again. "More like the outcasts, the ones who don't necessarily fit in everywhere else. Heaven Hill is made up of all the people that society said wasn't moldable, most of them had no family, so they made their own. I'm seeing a lot of them in you, and I think this is where you need to be."

That was the part I couldn't forget. I remembered standing in Adengard years ago while the other naibke girls accused me of things I never did. I remembered nobles laughing behind my back while my father listened to everyone except me. No matter what happened, my side of the story never seemed important. The same thing happened here.Different kingdom. Different faces. Same feeling. I pulled my knees closer to my chest and rested my head against the window frame. Maybe this was just my life. Maybe I would always be the outsider. The girl nobody trusted. The girl people blamed first.

Everyone lived by it. Don’t get noticed by Knox Cole. And I broke it. Me! The outsider, the one abnormality that had stepped into their lives, into their world. A charity case, a quota. Names that they had called me, names that had slowly become my identity. I broke that rule.

It would still depend on the person, really. And not because a lot of opportunities are given here, people are living beautiful and happy life already. If that’s the case, then why am I not happy? Why do I feel odd and unwelcome? Why do I feel alone? I hope people would know the hardship that people are experiencing too just to get a better life. I have not been deprived of material things by my parents. I was a privileged gal, yet here I am, feeling lonely and everything in my life was fucked up already. I suddenly relate to the Overseas Filipino Workers. Imagine the homesickness that they are experiencing in a foreign land. That’s exactly what I feel right now. Imagine the feeling of being

I am empathetic toward others’ suffering. I wasn’t a duck, and even if being an eagle can be lonely, the view from the top gives life a wider perspective and a deeper understanding. Although my journey hasn’t been entirely lonely, it is definitely a less traveled one. I’ve met wonderful people with whom I can be myself, and even if I don´t have thousands of friends, I have a few who are worth the world. Different is what I’ll always be, because I don’t match with the preferred educational, economic, religious, and social systems that want to shape me into a predesigned mold that I can’t fit into.

“But other than being the youngest son of the Burts, I’m also an ordinary student. The sort of isolation I experience isn’t surface-level isolation. It’s the kind where… I’m automatically categorized as other when I’m born.” “To other people, they belong to one world, and I belong to another. They think I’ve been different since birth, but… I don’t understand. How on earth am I different? “I want to make friends I can play ball and eat with. I want to have the ordinary student life they have. I don’t understand why I’m different. Is it just because I was born a Burt?”

Is that truly the case? He remained silent for such a long time that I began to doubt if he would respond. When he eventually said something, his voice was hardly louder than a whisper. "Have you ever experienced feeling like an outsider while being a part of something?" he asked. Being around individuals who are expected to be your relatives but never quite seem to belong? I felt my heart hurt hearing the anguish in his voice. "Blair, I wanted to-" He raised his hand, halting me. "I need to complete what I'm saying," he expressed. "Kindly."

‘Because there’s an outsider inside their city. ***

and the following Monday I never saw her again. My world has always been lonely and isolated, but it was always safer that way. That's why I became a writer, or was trying to be. I could get lost in the fantasy worlds and feel like I belonged. I didn't have to deal with outsiders and I could live with the people who were outcasted by society, like me.

“You want to see me as a monster because it will make it easier for you to justify killing me. But I am not a monster. I did not choose to be born a rogue just like none of you also didn't choose the families you were born into. Also, I didn't choose to be here in this pack but I have no ill intent whatsoever against anyone or against this pack. I have been treated kindly by some people here and—” Markin blurts out a sudden mocking laugh, cutting me off from saying anything further. The ugly laughter is so degrading and suddenly dies off just the same way it came. “You speak well, Layla Kavros, but your words do not change the fact that you are an outsider. And outsiders bring destruction.”