An outsider was sitting around lonely. He was very lonely and sad, because no one wanted to be his friend just because he was a different alien than everyone else. He was alone and all he wanted was to have at least one friend, and he always wishes that he had one. He doesn’t know that his friend is waiting for him to find him.
She didn’t mind being an outsider. In fact, she quite liked it. Solitude is where she thrived. It wasn’t that she disliked people though, she cared for people too deeply. She felt their pain just as strongly as they did, which is why meeting and befriending Candace was the most unfortunate thing to happen to her in a very long time.
You started out as an outsider in school,though, as we found out later, you had some friends outside of it.You were a bit weird, kinda funny and quite alright. We never were and would become friends. We got along anyways, you sat next to me and we always had to do those partner works in class together.
I remember when you stopped sitting next to me, because you’ve been hanging out with people. You found friends after two years. Life seemed to be good for you. Or so we thought.
I will always remember the last time I saw you, M. It was two years ago, a Friday in March, a warm and sunny day. You were leaving school campus. We were in our last year and my best friend and I talked about our plans after graduation when you were walking by with your new group of friends. We waved, but deep in conversation, you didn’t notice and dissappeared around the corner. And for me, forever.
On Monday you didn’t show up at school. Tuesday, still no sign of you. Our teacher asked if any of us had heard from you. We didn’t. Wednesday, – a strange feeling was forming between us. We thought you had decided to drop out of school. Thursday, we had our most important test, you still weren’t there. When we wanted to talk to our teacher right before it,she quickly sprinted around the corner, ignoring us. It was weird.
Friday, she told us you were dead. Committed sucide on Monday. Fighted for you life till Tuesday. Died in the night to Wednesday.
This was two years ago. You still are not forgotten. And even though you don’t live on, you live on through all of us. You will never be forgotten, as long as we, as I – live.
outsider a way of life for one that lives OUTSIDE…To be or not to be a Outsider.-Maxwell 2k16
Maxwell
sometimes people feel outside of a group. To be in amongst people without belonging can be very lonely. Often people feel that they are more alone with a group than when they are by themselves. How can we make outsiders feel better? We can be more inclusive and include them in the conversations.
Brenda Sargent
Being alone. Isolated. Scared. Feared. Misunderstood. I’m an outsider. Are you? Being an outsider is intimidating, initially. But then it becomes a comfort. A part of you. It becomes you. And suddenly, you don’t wanna leave anymore. You want to be an outsider forever.
TKI
the outsider came in with an axe, looking around the room and asking if everyone was alright. We all said yes, and agreed that he was part of our tribe
When I think outsider I think mysterious,like a shadow in the night.I think a leader, not a follower.I think a weird but in a unique way.I think different,and different is the best quality you can have.
Angelina
She stood out from the crowd specifically because she was trying so hard to blend in. She didn’t want to be noticed and in her shyness she became someone people talked about.
When I see outside I think different.But in the best way possible because different means you are the strong leader, not a follower you don’t follow the crowd,I also think mysterious.
Angelina
i am lonely i am cold being abandoned only the forest an cottages surrounding me.
Lauren
The group of outsiders were very odd as they would all move together in one group. They would also be very silent.
Caden
Outsiders are people who have just moved in or new to school. Outsiders can also be people who don’t fit in with others.
Caden
how we deal with ourselves – like outsiders looking into a world regulated by the opinions of everyone else but ours.
The new kid was and outsider and was very shy. When the teacher asked a question he would raise his hand and say the correct answer.
Caden
i sometimes feel like one
but then again, everybody does.
so, you know.
Emma
You can only be an outsider if boundaries are set, either physically, mentally or emotionally. What if we changed the way we see these walls? What if we saw each wall as an inner wall. Then we would always be insiders.
shaydev
I don’t want to ever be an outsider. Somehow I usually push my way in to be a friend to others. But then there is always the “outsider” of my window, lurking about.
the outsider left in the morning before anyone was awake and left a note saying that he was thankful for there hospitality
mackenzie grace
I have never felt more alone. This was supposed to be a new beginning, brimming with hopes and possibilities. Yet, I felt so uncomfortable in my own skin, I can’t seem to belong. I am an outsider, an invisible entity viewing other people’s lives, without knowing how to fully live.
I feel like and outsider. No one sees me. I live my life being invisible. No one notices. No one cares. If I was gone who would really notice. Every life matters they say. Does mine?
I am an outsider.
People look at me differently.
I feel like I am trapped inside of a cage
that has no way of getting out.
My rage is getting stronger everyday.
I see other people pout,
but as for me,
I am an outsider and that is no doubt.
The ant was an outsider, all alone crawling along the floor, no other ant colony would accept him, so he had to live the hard life on his own, then one day, a creature crawled out of the ground and ate him, and then the ant was no longer an outsider, because he died on a horrible way.
An outsider is somebody who does not fit in. Such as an art student among jocks, or a straight-a student among the lowest of the class. Being an outsider in some situations can cause emotional trauma in teenagers and lead to them developing anxiety disorder because they feel as if they have nobody to turn to.
there was a man who came out of town way out in the country stayed out of peoples way never wanted to go out scared to go out side during the night we called him the outsider
We were in love. Maybe we weren’t honest about it, but it was love. It had to be. Now we’re surrounded by new people, people who don’t understand this dishonest love. They’ve begun to stand between us and beside us and they’re destroying us like a lightening bolt turning the sands of us into glass. Now we’re shattering and there’s nothing I can do about it. You chose the outsiders over us, and now I’m left in the cold.
“Are you enjoying playing the wallflower, sister dear?”
Elizabeth isn’t surprised to see her brother appear like a specter at her side brandishing his observations like a saber. She slouches a little further into the wall and tucks her chin down, smiling up at him with teasing eyes beneath her lashes.
“At least I am playing the social outcast for my own amusement instead of pretending to belong when I do not, like some others I could name.”
Elizabeth isn’t surprised he turns on his heel and flees (in a very casual and dignified manner, of course) either. Let it not be said that Elizabeth doesn’t know how to be cruel.
Saya
I felt like an outsider till I learnt the language. But that didn’t change that people might’ve thought that I didn’t belong.
It takes time to change the title of ‘outsider’ into someone who is part of the family.
Jim walked around the streets but everywhere he went people would turn their backs. He didn’t really know why, they just didn’t want to see him or really even acknowledge his existence.
He didn’t know why. Sure, he murdered a whole family of puppies by making them fight a family of kittens with explosive strapped to their backs but surely that wouldn’t make him this much of an outsider…
The man is standing in the snow, far away from the glass. He knows that she’s there – that she’s lovely and caring as ever, but with a husband and a family now. She moved on without him. He remembers their times together, and this Christmas, all he can think about is what they used to be and what they could have been.
Jodie
An outsider does not belong to a Group. He or she is not accepted by the Group members and has to stay out.
Bluered
it could be that I was born on the left side of the street. Or is it the wrong side. I’m not sure how the saying goes.
It could be that I had no dad, But then again a lot of people do. But a lot of people aren’t laughing now. They said I’m the outsider, but I’m the one who now has the power, I’m the one holding the gun. If only they would stop screaming at me. I would stop shooting. But they don’t…
Jezza
Do you sometimes feel of being an “outsider”? You feel that you are not belong, different and alone even if you are actually within a group. It can hurt some days but most of the time it makes you happy. Because you are being honest with yourself. Nobody can force you to do things that you don’t really like doing. You feel free to choose what satisfies you. You are in peace when you know that you own your decisions, you own yourself.
An outsider was sitting around lonely. He was very lonely and sad, because no one wanted to be his friend just because he was a different alien than everyone else. He was alone and all he wanted was to have at least one friend, and he always wishes that he had one. He doesn’t know that his friend is waiting for him to find him.
She didn’t mind being an outsider. In fact, she quite liked it. Solitude is where she thrived. It wasn’t that she disliked people though, she cared for people too deeply. She felt their pain just as strongly as they did, which is why meeting and befriending Candace was the most unfortunate thing to happen to her in a very long time.
You started out as an outsider in school,though, as we found out later, you had some friends outside of it.You were a bit weird, kinda funny and quite alright. We never were and would become friends. We got along anyways, you sat next to me and we always had to do those partner works in class together.
I remember when you stopped sitting next to me, because you’ve been hanging out with people. You found friends after two years. Life seemed to be good for you. Or so we thought.
I will always remember the last time I saw you, M. It was two years ago, a Friday in March, a warm and sunny day. You were leaving school campus. We were in our last year and my best friend and I talked about our plans after graduation when you were walking by with your new group of friends. We waved, but deep in conversation, you didn’t notice and dissappeared around the corner. And for me, forever.
On Monday you didn’t show up at school. Tuesday, still no sign of you. Our teacher asked if any of us had heard from you. We didn’t. Wednesday, – a strange feeling was forming between us. We thought you had decided to drop out of school. Thursday, we had our most important test, you still weren’t there. When we wanted to talk to our teacher right before it,she quickly sprinted around the corner, ignoring us. It was weird.
Friday, she told us you were dead. Committed sucide on Monday. Fighted for you life till Tuesday. Died in the night to Wednesday.
This was two years ago. You still are not forgotten. And even though you don’t live on, you live on through all of us. You will never be forgotten, as long as we, as I – live.
outsider a way of life for one that lives OUTSIDE…To be or not to be a Outsider.-Maxwell 2k16
sometimes people feel outside of a group. To be in amongst people without belonging can be very lonely. Often people feel that they are more alone with a group than when they are by themselves. How can we make outsiders feel better? We can be more inclusive and include them in the conversations.
Being alone. Isolated. Scared. Feared. Misunderstood. I’m an outsider. Are you? Being an outsider is intimidating, initially. But then it becomes a comfort. A part of you. It becomes you. And suddenly, you don’t wanna leave anymore. You want to be an outsider forever.
the outsider came in with an axe, looking around the room and asking if everyone was alright. We all said yes, and agreed that he was part of our tribe
When I think outsider I think mysterious,like a shadow in the night.I think a leader, not a follower.I think a weird but in a unique way.I think different,and different is the best quality you can have.
She stood out from the crowd specifically because she was trying so hard to blend in. She didn’t want to be noticed and in her shyness she became someone people talked about.
Outsider syndrome is a strange paradox.
When I see outside I think different.But in the best way possible because different means you are the strong leader, not a follower you don’t follow the crowd,I also think mysterious.
i am lonely i am cold being abandoned only the forest an cottages surrounding me.
The group of outsiders were very odd as they would all move together in one group. They would also be very silent.
Outsiders are people who have just moved in or new to school. Outsiders can also be people who don’t fit in with others.
how we deal with ourselves – like outsiders looking into a world regulated by the opinions of everyone else but ours.
The new kid was and outsider and was very shy. When the teacher asked a question he would raise his hand and say the correct answer.
i sometimes feel like one
but then again, everybody does.
so, you know.
You can only be an outsider if boundaries are set, either physically, mentally or emotionally. What if we changed the way we see these walls? What if we saw each wall as an inner wall. Then we would always be insiders.
I don’t want to ever be an outsider. Somehow I usually push my way in to be a friend to others. But then there is always the “outsider” of my window, lurking about.
the outsider left in the morning before anyone was awake and left a note saying that he was thankful for there hospitality
I have never felt more alone. This was supposed to be a new beginning, brimming with hopes and possibilities. Yet, I felt so uncomfortable in my own skin, I can’t seem to belong. I am an outsider, an invisible entity viewing other people’s lives, without knowing how to fully live.
like
the book?
Nature, Sunlight, summer, spring, fall, winter, warm, cold, cool
My friend likes to do things outside so i called her the outsider!
I feel like and outsider. No one sees me. I live my life being invisible. No one notices. No one cares. If I was gone who would really notice. Every life matters they say. Does mine?
I am an outsider.
People look at me differently.
I feel like I am trapped inside of a cage
that has no way of getting out.
My rage is getting stronger everyday.
I see other people pout,
but as for me,
I am an outsider and that is no doubt.
The ant was an outsider, all alone crawling along the floor, no other ant colony would accept him, so he had to live the hard life on his own, then one day, a creature crawled out of the ground and ate him, and then the ant was no longer an outsider, because he died on a horrible way.
An outsider is somebody who does not fit in. Such as an art student among jocks, or a straight-a student among the lowest of the class. Being an outsider in some situations can cause emotional trauma in teenagers and lead to them developing anxiety disorder because they feel as if they have nobody to turn to.
some one who doesn’t belong or fit in they get left out
ethan is a outsider he lives on the outside of town so i guess that makes him a outsider
there was a man who came out of town way out in the country stayed out of peoples way never wanted to go out scared to go out side during the night we called him the outsider
We were in love. Maybe we weren’t honest about it, but it was love. It had to be. Now we’re surrounded by new people, people who don’t understand this dishonest love. They’ve begun to stand between us and beside us and they’re destroying us like a lightening bolt turning the sands of us into glass. Now we’re shattering and there’s nothing I can do about it. You chose the outsiders over us, and now I’m left in the cold.
“Are you enjoying playing the wallflower, sister dear?”
Elizabeth isn’t surprised to see her brother appear like a specter at her side brandishing his observations like a saber. She slouches a little further into the wall and tucks her chin down, smiling up at him with teasing eyes beneath her lashes.
“At least I am playing the social outcast for my own amusement instead of pretending to belong when I do not, like some others I could name.”
Elizabeth isn’t surprised he turns on his heel and flees (in a very casual and dignified manner, of course) either. Let it not be said that Elizabeth doesn’t know how to be cruel.
I felt like an outsider till I learnt the language. But that didn’t change that people might’ve thought that I didn’t belong.
It takes time to change the title of ‘outsider’ into someone who is part of the family.
Jim walked around the streets but everywhere he went people would turn their backs. He didn’t really know why, they just didn’t want to see him or really even acknowledge his existence.
He didn’t know why. Sure, he murdered a whole family of puppies by making them fight a family of kittens with explosive strapped to their backs but surely that wouldn’t make him this much of an outsider…
Don’t be an outsider to me please. Out the door, you go into the deep abyss of darkness. I burst through and follow you blindly.
The man is standing in the snow, far away from the glass. He knows that she’s there – that she’s lovely and caring as ever, but with a husband and a family now. She moved on without him. He remembers their times together, and this Christmas, all he can think about is what they used to be and what they could have been.
An outsider does not belong to a Group. He or she is not accepted by the Group members and has to stay out.
it could be that I was born on the left side of the street. Or is it the wrong side. I’m not sure how the saying goes.
It could be that I had no dad, But then again a lot of people do. But a lot of people aren’t laughing now. They said I’m the outsider, but I’m the one who now has the power, I’m the one holding the gun. If only they would stop screaming at me. I would stop shooting. But they don’t…
Do you sometimes feel of being an “outsider”? You feel that you are not belong, different and alone even if you are actually within a group. It can hurt some days but most of the time it makes you happy. Because you are being honest with yourself. Nobody can force you to do things that you don’t really like doing. You feel free to choose what satisfies you. You are in peace when you know that you own your decisions, you own yourself.
is the one standing outside..he is bold …
he rings the bell before entry or not!
comes forward…
Only to be himself when he could!