There have been so many things that have happened to me in the past, present, and future, that I have had a hard time remembering them all. For a vampire, that would seem unbearably stupid; I mean, we live forever, so our brains should be mais adept at handling the hardcore memories. At times I actually thought I remembered my childhood, or even WWI if I took a deep thought into it. But no, the only thing that came into my mind as clearly as the darkness that surrounds me now is this:
Chloe's eyes.
Chloe Cassalani, the one person I knew from the start upon meeting, was a threat to me. The instant she saw me in that clearing, drinking from a dead human's body, I knew there was no way to let her go. So, instead of doing what my screaming instincts told me what to do, (KILL HER, KILL HER!!!) I ended up following her, wanting to know mais about her. Of course I knew what was happening at the school; my three best friends were in charge of it all. But I had no clue that dork-face Mallovick had anything to do with it. Out of fear, I hid myself in her room. That's how I found out the truth. Her blood was so lucious to my throat, so light and free, that I had no choice but to put warning on her; just like I had done many years ago, which worked in fact. I made sure that the emblem, that cursed emblem, was bolted deep inside that smashed piece of wood of the cabin. I wanted her to listen to the legend that followed it, leave this place, leave me. Maybe, after some time, she would realize that she needed to become a proper vampire, not be in that wretched school and being consumed like those other kids with the lies and hate that was clouding their oxygen at this very moment. I didn't want her to become like me.
But just like Chloe would be, she really did follow upon the legend, and stuck too it. por the time I wanted to tell her to stop, she already met that fiend Joshua, and he told her all about me. That was a threat upon not just me, but Marcus, Dimitri, and Adrian.
But of course, what I'm telling you is only a summary of what I've been through. The chaotic wars that follow is something not even vampires, werewolves, or even daemons want to go through. Because the time of war is now.
Humans, watch your back.
Chloe's eyes.
Chloe Cassalani, the one person I knew from the start upon meeting, was a threat to me. The instant she saw me in that clearing, drinking from a dead human's body, I knew there was no way to let her go. So, instead of doing what my screaming instincts told me what to do, (KILL HER, KILL HER!!!) I ended up following her, wanting to know mais about her. Of course I knew what was happening at the school; my three best friends were in charge of it all. But I had no clue that dork-face Mallovick had anything to do with it. Out of fear, I hid myself in her room. That's how I found out the truth. Her blood was so lucious to my throat, so light and free, that I had no choice but to put warning on her; just like I had done many years ago, which worked in fact. I made sure that the emblem, that cursed emblem, was bolted deep inside that smashed piece of wood of the cabin. I wanted her to listen to the legend that followed it, leave this place, leave me. Maybe, after some time, she would realize that she needed to become a proper vampire, not be in that wretched school and being consumed like those other kids with the lies and hate that was clouding their oxygen at this very moment. I didn't want her to become like me.
But just like Chloe would be, she really did follow upon the legend, and stuck too it. por the time I wanted to tell her to stop, she already met that fiend Joshua, and he told her all about me. That was a threat upon not just me, but Marcus, Dimitri, and Adrian.
But of course, what I'm telling you is only a summary of what I've been through. The chaotic wars that follow is something not even vampires, werewolves, or even daemons want to go through. Because the time of war is now.
Humans, watch your back.
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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