R (with a calm and careful voice): Hey, not trying to be annoying or pushy, but, uh, are you, uh, planning to, uh, give me back, my 30 bucks?
B: I told you, I don't have the money just yet!
R: when were you planning on returning the money?
B: Ug! (clearly annoyed). I'll give it back sometime next week! I'm going through a rough time, I wish you would understand that! I regret borrowing the money from you!
R: Fine.
B: good.
R: What were you doing buying those Jordans with huh?!
B: Huh??? How did-
R: I saw you at the mall yesterday. You never needed the money, you just guilt me into giving you the money.
B: i can't handle this anymore! I'm leaving
<span>I think about my past a lot, they say your past doesn’t define your future but honestly, it does. I think about that last moment I saw you, that last moment I heard your voice. I think about it all the time. He would hide me from your boyfriends. I think of the times when he would come back to our room with bruises and bleeding. I think of that first moment I thought it was okay to do things I shouldn’t just because I was taught wrong. I remember the crack in your voice when you said you’ll come back for me. I remember all the late nights filled with screaming and fighting. I remember the moment you gave up on me, the moment you decided sex and drugs were more important than your babies. I remember the look in your eye’s the last time I saw you, all I could see was that it didn’t faze you. I try to look at life in a positive way but honestly, all I see is the negative. Do you remember all the tears? all the screams? all the terror? I do. I guess I should say thank you. thank you for embedding my brain with these things I will never forget no matter how much I try. But thank you for teaching me that this world isn’t butterflies and rainbows no matter how many times I close my eyes to try to imagine... this perfect world that will never exist. this just means the future will be hard, but nothing I can’t just push past because you filled me with enough pain... what’s a little more? Is it not like I have feeling’s huh? because I can’t feel pain? Right? I can’t possibly remember anything from that far long ago. Even though I say I can’t remember. Maybe I can... something brings it back, simple word or smell sends a river of memory rushing over me. That memory I have you to thank for. I don’t blame you, it was your life your decisions maybe you had a reason that I don’t know of or don’t understand. When I close my eyes and try to imagine you, I can’t. All I get is dark deep blackness. What happens now? How do I get past this no matter how tightly my eyes are shut or that my nails are digging in my skin because my fist is so tight I can’t get past the pain, all that pass pain. I have a 6-foot thick wall put up around me, I’m boxed in. the only thing I have to see the outside and let people in is a 6-foot hole through one of the 6 sides. but that hole is tiny I’m trying so hard to let people in. I can’t break down this wall, I put it up to shut people like you out but I shut everyone out. I know how to break that wall but am I ready. Am I ready to forgive and forget? Am I ready to let go of my past? I don’t know, it kill’s me how you destroyed MY life you destroyed HIS life and I have to forgive you he already has. but I’m not him I’m not waiting for you to come back with an open arm that’s him the one who was hurt the most the one who can’t hide his pain like I can. If he can and I can’t there has to be something I’m missing. I’m messing with you, I never had that I don’t remember the love from you only the pain. but he does he is the strong one, not me, he is the brave one, not me. he is the broken one who is just now learning how to make peace with the past but me I still need time. I can’t let go quite yet.</span>
Answer:I wish there was a way that we can detect a good friend from a bad friend before all the hurt and confusion. So many people have been through many friendships throughout high school, but only a few have actually made it to college with their best friends. I thought I had the best best friend in high school, but that all changed once we started to mature. It all began one day at American High school, my best friend, Natalie, gave me the cold shoulder and stopped talking to me the whole class period. I tried writing her notes, making her laugh, and even helping her with her work but nothing changed. The next class period I asked one of Natalie 's friends, Malarie, what happened and she told me,"She doesn 't want to be your friend anymore." At that moment I didn't know what to think or do.
What did I do? Did I say something that made her mad? I got home and went straight to my room and told my mom that I wasn't hungry, later that night I tried to fall asleep but my mind was going haywire. We 'd been friends for almost five years and she just wanted to stop being friends for no reason? Something had to have happened. The next day I walked right up to her and asked, "What 's wrong, what did I do for you to stop being my friend?", and she replied with, "I heard you was talking about me." When I heard that I saw red, I would never talk about my best friend to anyone, but what really confused me was that she was my only friend so who could I have said that too? She turned her back to me and ended the conversation, that really hurt but I left, but not without telling her, " You 're my best friend, I could never do that to you. But if you 're willing to believe that maybe this friendship wasn't meant to be." If she was a real friend she would've known that I 'd never have done that. I saw her across the hall later that day and she walked pass without glancing my way. She was hanging out with the well-known girls that didn't like me, I then realized she had stopped being my friend for those girls. From that day on I pick and choose who to start hanging out with because not everyone can be a real and true friend. That 's why I have trust issues, because I told her everything and trusted her and she threw away our friendship like it was trash, when it was supposed to be cherished. I treated her as if she was my sister, but some people have little feelings and that there are people like me that will try their best to be a best friend, who wants a friend that 'll stand by me as I equally stand by them that anyone could wish that it lasted. And I thought i had a friend.
<em>-Alyssa :P</em>
Answer: A third-person omniscient differs from a third-person limited narrator because one in one you know all of the characters thoughts and feelings and the other one you just know what the narrator is stating therefore it's limited.
Explanation: Omniscient, in which the narrator knows all of the thoughts and feelings of all of the characters in the story, or limited, in which the narrator relates only their own thoughts, feelings, and knowledge about various situations and the other characters.
