Answer:
1st person narrator, 2nd person narrator, 3rd person narrator.
Explanation:
1st person narrator being a character in the story narrating as they experience it. such as you would tell your mom how you just bought a car, or got gas for the lawn mower. The pronouns used are: I, me, we
2nd person narrator is a little more complex, though it's simple in practice and when you understand it. a 2nd person narrator can be anything that the story is talking to you, the viewer. such as choose your own outcome stories, or dungeons and dragons. The pronoun here is mainly just: you (e.g. you walk into the damp, cold room that Jordan had mentioned to you outside)
3rd person narrators are generally outside of the story, but still talking the viewer through the story without talking to them specifically. The pronouns used here are They, he, she
Answer:
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Explanation:
As a result of the first agricultural revolution, humans were able to produce their own food as well as surpluses which meant that they no longer had to be nomadic people who followed food sources.
Due to the presence of the aforementioned surpluses, the society changed in that not everyone was required to work to produce food. Some of these people then became skilled workers known as artisans who could make goods and services that they could then sell to other villages.
This meant that trade did not just occur in villages but across them and led to a development in trade that brought prosperity to those involved thereby transforming small villages and towns to more complex societies.
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Answer:
The clouds stretched across the sky and they looked so fake yet somehow they were real. That day, I wasn't feeling anything in particular perhaps, I was having mood swings. The darkness tends to cause some sort of sadness within myself and today there was no sun. No sun, just clouds that stretched all the way to China and back. They made me feel like a little person but I remembered that, <em>it's a small world</em>. Nobody was thinking of me at that moment yet I wasn't thinking about anyone either. I felt common, not rare, just common. It seemed that nothing I could do would ever make a change in this world we call home. A song was replaying in my head the lyrics waning in crescendo, "Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, i'm such a fool." What more could I need to feel so lost within my thoughts than being alone with them. I looked up at the roof which extended far, almost too far reminding me of why I chose to live in a mansion. Well, actually I'm not sure why I chose to live in a mansion by myself. As I thought to myself, I only conjured sad thoughts. I felt like crying but only then I would be feeling bad for myself. <em>Rich people aren't supposed to be sad? Not like this aren't they? </em>I wanted to believe that, be like them, everybody else but it was something that I couldn't be. Rich was just a word but It can't describe how I felt. It just described who I was in an aspect of wealth. All alone, I sat in my chair rocking back and forth looking through the isolated and strangely large circular window. Clouds among clouds among more clouds stretching a seemingly endless route. I wish I was up there so I could feel the weightlessness that I so longlessly dreamed about. The weightlessness that brought no sadness, stress, or struggles. Down here I was merely a weight on the world, being of no use to anyone or anything, maybe even a diamond in the rough but if my uniqueness showed then maybe I would actually have potential. Still, that sounded very unlikely. I couldn't honor my myself but the weightlessness of the clouds could. Above those clouds only then would I see the sun once again. How happy would I be? Eternally happy. Only the clouds could make me happy because they looked so fake yet they were real<em> just like myself. </em>
