Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the seguinte table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my fotografia taken with you?'I asked.He said yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing por and gave her my camera.She took the fotografia of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my fotografia taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
'I had my fotografia taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded por my thoughts, but no people. por my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat por me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded por my thoughts, but no people. por my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat por me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy dia ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven por 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 por lobos ,
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
Or 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 composição literária is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). You use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to you 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 segundo person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person books often have the most detail.
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