The Hurricane-Personal Narrative

It was inky and stormy out, the wind was roaring like a hurricane was upon us. The year is 1882. I was with my best friend Lux, we were just ambulatory to head home from hanging out after church. It was approximately one O'clock in the morning, and as you can imagine it was fairly dark out. Anywho, we were walking and I saw this man with a ski mask on, only as he was approaching us, we realized that he didn’t have on a ski mask on. His skin was black as the night sky before us. I had never seen anyone like it. So it must be unacceptable. The rest of the way home, I felt like it was stalking us. When we were about one block from my house we started to canter, our paranoia must have gotten to us. Once we were in the door, I looked at Lux. “What was that? I mean it couldn’t have been a person.” The next day, at our education facility, we told everyone what we had
She said that she was a legend. Even to this day people still admire her. But, I don't agree. My name is Esma and I am a white that is a little disparate. I feel like my life hadn't started until last month, even though I am 16.
At school, I am considered popular, everybody said I am quote on quote ‘fetching’. I suppose it could be because I am average height and blond hair and blue eyes. But none of that ever really mattered to me. I was walking home after school like I do everyday. I live about 2 miles out of town on a nice little farm. On my 13th birthday my dad bought me a horse. She is a beautiful Shetland Pony. Yes, she was a bit fat and not all that tall, but I didn’t care. She was mine and I loved her no matter what everyone else thought. I am almost home when I saw a kid walking toward me. As soon as I saw him I knew I should walk away from him, but I couldn’t. He was black, but he had piercing sky blue eyes. I decided to treat him like any other person. I walked across dirt road to say hi. I walked right up to him and held out my