Third Person Omniscient-Personal Narrative

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Third Person Omniscient
She ran.

Her classmates yelled for her to come back, but she was no longer interested in what they had to say. She ran as fast as she could, to get away from it all. All of the ignorant comments that she’s heard throughout the past years have built up, and this one brought her to her boiling point— she had to let off some steam and get some time to herself. As she ran, she saw the door getting closer and closer to her reach, and a knowing smile grew on her face. When the door came within arm’s reach, tear of relief rolled down her cheek. Kyla pushed the door open with all of her might and sat in the corner of the cold, empty stairwell.

A friend wondered.

He wondered what was going on; he wanted to know what …show more content…

She realized that she had power as a student. She ran, as fast as she could, up the stairs, through the doors that lead to the eighth floor. Kyla ran with confidence, and the frown that was once on her face evolved into an expression that showcased her determination. With the help of her speed and excitement, her tears dried and her frown disappeared. Bursting through the doors of the principal’s office, she gave a quick rundown of every offensive incident from the beginning of the school year to today’s. Her mouth moved faster than anatomically possible; she stumbled over her words, but not enough to the point in which her speech could be misunderstood. Coincidentally, the friend got up from the commons area and also went to the principal’s office only a few minutes thereafter. The two sat harmoniously sat together, doing the right thing. After telling her story, she realized that she should’ve advocated for herself earlier on—leaving the office, she proudly looked back at the principle before crossing through the doorframe that led to the commons. Turning forwards, she thought about how she would tell her story once more. She wanted to tell everyone, but she just didn’t know

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