Write a narrative sequence from the perspective of Essays

Write a narrative sequence from the perspective of a character other than the protagonist in the story of your choice, maintaining its stylistic features. Choose a character and sequence that gives further insight into themes and preoccupations of the original story. It starts to rain. I tell Matthew to fetch himself a jacket while I indecisively rummage through my closet. Frustrated and annoyed I resort to wearing all black. I managed to pull up my tight black jeans despite having to jump all around my room to do so and throw on a smooth, black shirt. Realising that it was already half past 7 in the evening, I ran to the bathroom in a hurry to throw on some makeup and make my hair look at least sort of presentable. I decided on loosely curling my brunette hair into a ponytail and putting on very minimalistic makeup. Have you ever noticed that bathroom lighting is so different to ordinary lighting? It seems to highlight all of your imperfections; that little pimple that you thought nobody could see is suddenly the size of Jupiter, and your hair looks flat and boring instead of voluminous and shiny; all because of weird lighting. Sighing at my reflection, I come to acceptance with the fact that I don't look as good as I used to back in the day. "M aybe that's why I was just the other woman'", I think to myself. I ponder on this thought for a little while before my little boy comes running into my bedroom dressed in an overly sized football Guernsey. Unresolved feelings begin to cloud my mind. When I look at Matthew, all I see is him. Matthew has my eyes and honey coloured complexion but his father's sharp jaw and thick lips. Everyone says that he looks exactly like me, though I see the opposite. "Mummy, I'm so hungry! Can we go now?" he whines, "alright alright honey, grab my purse and my boots and then we can leave". I slip on my black suede boots and grab my keys. "Can we please please please please go to the nice place with the ravioli?" Matthew pleads. I smile and nod in agreement at the suggestion. "Mummy don't forget an umbrella!" he shouts as he runs to the kitchen cupboard to grab one. "Of course, love! Wouldn't want to get wet and sick before tomorrow would we?" Matthew shakes his head, agreeing due to his excitement about tomorrow. The only reason I am going is for the good of my son. Though I often question whether it is good that Matthew be spending time with him; the important role a father can play in a son's life is irrefutable, however whether his father is a good role model is the real question. Flashbacks of our relationship fill my mind. Joy, love and passion were so prevalent that I used to wonder what was wrong. The fact that I wasn't allowed to tell anyone that we were a couple, we weren't allowed to show public displays of affection, the secrecy - I thought - was just him being intimate. But I was wrong. It was him cheatingwith me. I was the other woman, and I was completely clueless about it the entire time up until I told him that I was pregnant. It was only downhill from there. Raising Matthew alone was difficult and hiding the truth from everyone was exhausting. Losing myself was like a lonesome seal capitulating to the overarching shadow of a great white shark.