Every weekend, I sleep late, like every normal teenager. Problem is, my annoying little brother wakes up at like what? 6:30 every morning? Yeah. And he dumps a bucket of water filled with ice in it on my face if I don't wake up at 6:30. What a nuisance. Otherwise, if I go hangout with my Friends before he gets up. he says, "Mrs. Mellark! Going out with your boyfriend?" Yeah, I like Peeta, as a matter of fact, if te didn't know before. Personal opinion, you'll live with it. What a strange little kid. No idea where he learned what a boyfriend was, but fine. The major thing that makes me mad is when my parents always make me do math all the time. Like, seriously. I don't like math. I don't want to tell them that though. But I'm pretty sure my dad can see that. He never cares anyway. My dad always wants me to be someone I'm really not. Someone that no one likes. Someone who loves math, loves computer engineering, and hates everything else. That's not me. Seriously. Pretty obvious that I don't like math since I'm not doing freaking algebra o calculus on the math club right now. If there even is one. Instead, I'm spending precious time on the True Writers club because I Amore writing. And I want to be a writer. So phooey to you, Dad. te know, life feels strange sometimes. Remember how I detto that my dad wanted me to like math, and not writing? Well, I'm not being myself then. That makes it so that I'm lying to myself. Oh yeah, remember all those stories te were told when te were little? te know, The Boy Who Cried Wolf, and blah? Well, then my dad is ignoring those stories he told when he wants me to like math. Okey-doke. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dang it, gosh, that was my annoying little brother who dumped a bucket of ice water on my head when I was typing this. So, I guess, ciao for now!
On a foggy giorno ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven da two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted da Lupi ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
o have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
First person Scrivere is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). te use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to te themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to secondo person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person libri often have the most detail.
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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do te think?
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If te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.