Perspective Acitivity

First Person:
"I can't wait for this awesome ride," I said to my friend as we waited for a new ride at six flags. What ever he said back I did not comprehend because I was getting very impatient at the sluggish line. I was getting very fidgety and upset. the people behind us said something inaudible. I said to my friend "I am going to be so stoked when we get on this ride." And then my aniexty continued until we got on the ride and then my impenitentness was replaced with overwhelming joy.

Third Person Limited:
"Man that kid in front of us is so twitchy" the guy said to his buddy. The kid was indede fidgeting and being very impatient. That kid soon was screaming his head off when he got the ride.

Third Person Omniscient:
The was so jubilant about the new ride at six flags. But he had to overcome the dawdling line before he expierenced the mind blowing power of the ride. the kid was so impatient that he was bounceing of the walls until he finally got to the ride.

First Person:
"God I hate Atlanta" I said as I was sitting in afternoon trafic. I wanted to pull out my gat and start busting caps in them bitches

Metamorphois 3

My heart beat quickened with every ring of the phone. A female voice answered the phone, “Hello?” I was sure I realized the voice as the girl who bit me in the alley.

Metamorphosis 2

I awoke with a start. I felt as if my head was going to explode from the throbbing. There was this ungodly burning sensation throughout my entire body. I thought it was just side effects from being thrown into a wall. I sat there from a while to get my senses about me. I scanned the alley for the girl, but she was nowhere to be found. I got up very slowly thinking my back was sore, bruised, or worse. To my surprise it did not hurt at all. I looked at my watch; it said it was midnight. I decided to just start heading home to my loft because my roommate would be worried sick about me, and I just wanted to go to sleep. I finally got to my building about twenty minutes later, walked up the four flights of stairs, down the hall way, put the key in the lock, but before I could turn it the door flew open. There in the doorway was my roommate. I always told her that she had the most beautiful name, Evelyn. She was looking at me through her curly jet black hair. She had a look of terror on her face. She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. She was always a little stronger than me, even though I didn't want to admit it. She asked what had happened to me. I brushed her off saying "nothing, I just got held up at work that's all." She would not have believed me even if I left some parts out. She had a very sarcastic reply "then tell me why there is dried blood all over your neck and your jeans are muddy and ripped." I did not know what to say to her, so I ran to the bathroom to see for myself. I saw that one side of my neck and shoulder had a fare amount of dried blood on it. I began to wash off the blood when I realized that my eyes were not there usual muddy green, but a bright red. I started to notice more changes about myself like my body and senses were stronger and sharper. I decided I just needed some sleep, so I finished washing and quickly walked to my room. I avoided eye contact with Evelyn until I got to my room. I shut the door behind me. I began setting my belongings on my desk when I noticed my wallet was in a different pocket than I had put it in. I opened it up expecting my money to be gone, but it wasn’t. Tucked into the bills in my wallet was a piece of cloth with "Katelyn" and "589-4791" written in blood. On the other side it said "call me, please" and "avoid the sun at all costs." I did what it said, I drew the blinds on my window so the sun could not get into my room. I even threw a blanket over the window and I picked up my cell phone and dialed the numbers on the note.

Metamorphosis 1

Well, I guess I will start telling this story from that fateful night last week. I was walking through New York City on a overcast night. It was late, but everyone seemed more awake than ever. Lights dimly lit up the night and signs flashed. I could hear horns blaring everywhere I turned. I could see the stars faintly twinkling and the moon barely visible through the clouds. I walked on sniffing the popcorn vendor on the corner and the skyscrapers reached up farther than the eye could see. In the distance, proud and tall stood the Statue of Liberty. I was on my home from work when I decided to take a shortcut to my crappy loft. I turned to the right down the alley. I was walking past an overfull dumpster when it suddenly got very gloomy and cold. I looked behind me and thought I saw a shadowy figure at the end of the alley, but I just brushed it off as my eyes playing tricks on me. I turned back around and let out a scream of pure terror because in my face was a woman with blood red eyes. I jumped back a step and examined the the girl. She was wearing a pitch black trench coat with a dirty white shirt and torn up jeans. There was cuts and dirt on her face, but she was remarkably beautiful; she had long crimson hair and and she was slightly pale. I thought she was just a average thief. I assumed she had a gun or a knife, so I said "look i don't have much money, but you can take what...." my statement was cut off short. The next thing I know I am flying through the air until my back hits a conceret wall. She moved with blinding speed I did not even see her swing, but I knew that she did it. I was dazed and I could barely comprehend her walking very slowly up to me; she had a stunning smile. She bent over my crumpled body and said in a harmonious voice "I'm so sorry." I could then feel her warm breath on my neck. I could scarcely feel her teeth before I blacked out.