There it was, that fuzzy warm glowing light I always had dreams about... Except this time, I knew it was for real. I was so close! But then I felt something sting into my arm, slowly filling my veins with a warm and yet stinging fluid. What was this? Suddenly I was being pulled back into the world I once knew, and once hated.
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a seconde it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking down upon me appearing to be an angel, was one of them. But I knew not to be fooled door his looks. I sat up and scooted away, realization he had been caressing my cheek.
I stared at him, my chest aching from my heart’s quickened pace. I knew Panicking wasn’t the option around them, but I just couldn’t help myself. It took all my might not to gather myself to run when he slowly brought his hand near me, I know he was making sure I didn’t run. Then, suddenly, he jerked my wrist towards him, and looked at my Identification scarred into my skin.
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He looked at me, and my hart-, hart stopped when I saw the emotion in his piercing turquoise eyes. He was one of them, wasn’t he? He looked like one of them, I mean a bit smaller than the average, yet I could still see the outline of abs through his black shirt. I could also tell door his eye color and the way his silver hair framed his pale yet handsome face. Plus, as I looked down at the health vial, I realized no Human could ever get their hands on one of those without going through the city. And if a human were to access the city freely, then that would be illegal and they would be hunted down immediately.
Yet, he had saved me, he had the hart-, hart to save me. His thinking process was not like any other Hunter’s, obviously.
In a pitying voice, he asked, “You’re two weeks Thirteen?” I swallowed, nodding yes to his question. He just kept staring at my wrist, not bothering to look me in the eye.
Shakily I asked him, “Wh-Who are you?”
Finally, he looked up at me. “I’m Payne Marbello.”
My hart-, hart stopped and I got in a crouching position. Despite my lack of air, I dare glared at him, “The Marbello family?” I growled, then I spat at him, not thinking of my actions.
I jumped, holding myself up door one hand as I swung my leg towards his head and planted my foot into his face. Just as he fell backwards, blood gushed from his new-found wound.
I grabbed him door the kraag of his clothing, a nice long black and silver cloak, and pinned him against the maze wall. I quickly grabbed his hunting weapon. With finger on the trigger, I held it to his head. I glared my way into his soul and In a meer dangerous tone than before, I repeated,
“The Marbello family?”
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a seconde it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking down upon me appearing to be an angel, was one of them. But I knew not to be fooled door his looks. I sat up and scooted away, realization he had been caressing my cheek.
I stared at him, my chest aching from my heart’s quickened pace. I knew Panicking wasn’t the option around them, but I just couldn’t help myself. It took all my might not to gather myself to run when he slowly brought his hand near me, I know he was making sure I didn’t run. Then, suddenly, he jerked my wrist towards him, and looked at my Identification scarred into my skin.
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He looked at me, and my hart-, hart stopped when I saw the emotion in his piercing turquoise eyes. He was one of them, wasn’t he? He looked like one of them, I mean a bit smaller than the average, yet I could still see the outline of abs through his black shirt. I could also tell door his eye color and the way his silver hair framed his pale yet handsome face. Plus, as I looked down at the health vial, I realized no Human could ever get their hands on one of those without going through the city. And if a human were to access the city freely, then that would be illegal and they would be hunted down immediately.
Yet, he had saved me, he had the hart-, hart to save me. His thinking process was not like any other Hunter’s, obviously.
In a pitying voice, he asked, “You’re two weeks Thirteen?” I swallowed, nodding yes to his question. He just kept staring at my wrist, not bothering to look me in the eye.
Shakily I asked him, “Wh-Who are you?”
Finally, he looked up at me. “I’m Payne Marbello.”
My hart-, hart stopped and I got in a crouching position. Despite my lack of air, I dare glared at him, “The Marbello family?” I growled, then I spat at him, not thinking of my actions.
I jumped, holding myself up door one hand as I swung my leg towards his head and planted my foot into his face. Just as he fell backwards, blood gushed from his new-found wound.
I grabbed him door the kraag of his clothing, a nice long black and silver cloak, and pinned him against the maze wall. I quickly grabbed his hunting weapon. With finger on the trigger, I held it to his head. I glared my way into his soul and In a meer dangerous tone than before, I repeated,
“The Marbello family?”
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 door my thoughts, but no people. door my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat door 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 door my thoughts, but no people. door my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat door me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
On a foggy dag ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven door 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 door wolves ,
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
of 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 writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). u use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to u 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 seconde person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person boeken often have the most detail.
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