Jasmine's POV
Harry and I walked to the park.The hot,dry,humid summer air blowing at out backs.My hair wipped around me,hitting my face and getting in my eyes.No sooner had I moved it away,that the wind blew it back.My sweat shirt fell around my shoulders,but I pulled it back up.The wind continued to blow,and as I listened,fell into a rythem.The sound of Harry and mine footsteps falling on the quiet street sounded like clapping.I raised my arms to the sky and began spinning in circles as I walked.I began to sing,my voice blending with the wind and our footsteps.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller! Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone! What doesn't kill you makes a fire! Puts your feelings higher! Doesn't mean I'm over cause your gone! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,stronger,just me,myself,and I! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller! Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone!"I sang.It echoed around us,sounding like a angel was singing on the wind.I continued this until I got dizzy.I stopped and just began walking normally.Harry looked at me and smiled.
"You have a pretty voice Jazzy.."Harry said,putting his arm around my shoulders.I sighed and put my arm around his torso.
"Thank you Harry."I said,looking up at the sky.
We arrived at the park and I ran to the swing,Harry behind me.I beat him and sat down before him.He sighed,then grabbed the swing and began twisting it around.He let go and I spun in circles.I laughed,then got off the swing,letting Harry have it.I walked to the slide.I was at the top when Dudley and his friends walked by.I looked at Harry and he shrugged,I slide down the slide and walked over to him,hoping Dudley didn't notice.He didn't,but one of his friends did.
"Hey Big D. Look who's here. Your annoying cousins."He said,snorting with laughter.Dudley turned around to look at us.
"Did you punch some 1st graders Big D?"Harry said in a taunting voice.
"Shut up Potter."Dudley snapped back.
"I don't believe I was talking dear cousin."I said,mocking him.
"I said shut up! I swear if you say another word I'll kill you."Dudley said to me,taking a step forward.Harry stood up,pulling out his wand.I took out my wand to.
"You wouldn't dare touch her while I'm around Dudley."Harry said,sounding serious.
"And why not? Why should I be scared of you?"Dudley said.
"Um..Big D..we have to go."One of Dudley's friend's said.They ran out of the park just as the sky went dark,it went cold,and the wind picked up speed.I couldn't see anything and reached for Harry.His hand closed around my wrist.
Harry and I walked to the park.The hot,dry,humid summer air blowing at out backs.My hair wipped around me,hitting my face and getting in my eyes.No sooner had I moved it away,that the wind blew it back.My sweat shirt fell around my shoulders,but I pulled it back up.The wind continued to blow,and as I listened,fell into a rythem.The sound of Harry and mine footsteps falling on the quiet street sounded like clapping.I raised my arms to the sky and began spinning in circles as I walked.I began to sing,my voice blending with the wind and our footsteps.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller! Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone! What doesn't kill you makes a fire! Puts your feelings higher! Doesn't mean I'm over cause your gone! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger,stronger,just me,myself,and I! What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller! Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone!"I sang.It echoed around us,sounding like a angel was singing on the wind.I continued this until I got dizzy.I stopped and just began walking normally.Harry looked at me and smiled.
"You have a pretty voice Jazzy.."Harry said,putting his arm around my shoulders.I sighed and put my arm around his torso.
"Thank you Harry."I said,looking up at the sky.
We arrived at the park and I ran to the swing,Harry behind me.I beat him and sat down before him.He sighed,then grabbed the swing and began twisting it around.He let go and I spun in circles.I laughed,then got off the swing,letting Harry have it.I walked to the slide.I was at the top when Dudley and his friends walked by.I looked at Harry and he shrugged,I slide down the slide and walked over to him,hoping Dudley didn't notice.He didn't,but one of his friends did.
"Hey Big D. Look who's here. Your annoying cousins."He said,snorting with laughter.Dudley turned around to look at us.
"Did you punch some 1st graders Big D?"Harry said in a taunting voice.
"Shut up Potter."Dudley snapped back.
"I don't believe I was talking dear cousin."I said,mocking him.
"I said shut up! I swear if you say another word I'll kill you."Dudley said to me,taking a step forward.Harry stood up,pulling out his wand.I took out my wand to.
"You wouldn't dare touch her while I'm around Dudley."Harry said,sounding serious.
"And why not? Why should I be scared of you?"Dudley said.
"Um..Big D..we have to go."One of Dudley's friend's said.They ran out of the park just as the sky went dark,it went cold,and the wind picked up speed.I couldn't see anything and reached for Harry.His hand closed around my wrist.
On a foggy day ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven by 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 by 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
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 writing 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 second 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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this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do you think?
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If you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love 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 love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love 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 you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love 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 love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something you can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something you can do.