Second Person Narrative

When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

Throughout the novella, Chronicle of a Death Foretold, Gabriel Garcia Marquez chooses to narrate the book from an unclear point of view. Certain sections of the book seem to be written in a first person singular point of view, while others seem to be in first person plural, and yet others seem to be written in the third person. For example, on the ninety-eighth page of this chronicle, the narrator relates to the audience the arrival of the magistrate investigating the murder. “I never discovered his name. Everything we know about his character has been learned from the brief…”. The use of the word “I” in this quote relates a first-person singular narrative because it provides understanding to the audience of the narrator relating a personal

Many years have gone by with much contemplation about what I wanted to do when I grew up. Due to my age, that vision has looked like many different professions. I started out with dreams of having an Army career starting at the age of 18, to have that quickly change when my new husband and I found we were expecting our first child. When our commanding officer found out, he spoke to us and explained that both of us could be sent to war at the same time. Rather than deciding which family member to give custody of our child to in that situation, I decided to depart from the Army and start my new journey as “mom”.

Using his hands against the grey tinged, rough and dusty wall he slowly finds the door. He stumbles for a second against the feeling of his feet sinking into plush carpet. He steadies himself, deciding to completely ignore the foreign feeling shifting underneath his feet. Slowly he moves through his cottage trying to visualise each wall and obstacle that may get in his way. He seems to crash into every single object that he owns. Clumsily he finally makes it to the door.

I started playing volleyball in 3rd grade. My dad wanted me to play because my sister also played. It was my first day being a 3rd grader and my dad told me I should get into volleyball. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play. I watched my sister play every game and it looked like it was hard so I didn’t think I could do it.

Were I to name one thing unique about me, it would be that I’m one of the only people I know who can say from experience which is more difficult; writing a personal essay or surviving a life-or-death, take-no-prisoners spy shootout, complete with a crowd of bad guys, laser guns, and of course, a hero and a sidekick. I’m the sidekick.

The first person narrator of the story uses a reflective tone when expressing her thoughts. The unnamed narrator's antagonist is her father and her father invents systems around the fox farm to make it more efficient and effective. She also aspires to be like her father instead of helping around inside the house like her mother. Foreshadowing is used when her father mentions “She's only a girl” (59) and this gives a hint to the readers that the unnamed narrator will never become a fox farmer like her father. She wants to chase her dreams but she is in conflict against her family.

My entire life I have always been the smallest person in the room. In elementary school, I was a four-foot-nothing, fifty-pound, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pretty little wisp of a thing. My best friend, Michelle, was, in contrast, was a year older and nearly two heads taller than me, and outweighed me by at least once my own body weight. She also loved to wrestle and would take any opportunity to smash me in a wrestling match. These matches were friendly (if only in the sense that after they were over we would both stand up and go back to adoring each other) but nonetheless highly competitive. Looking back on it, she probably should have been able to kill me, but, try as she might, she never could - she didn’t even win more than half the time.

Every year I go on my boat to various places. However this year was special because it was the year that my parents trusted me more. It was the year that I turned thirteen There is a law by which when an individual turns thirteen, they don’t have to wear life preservers anymore and they are allowed to drive small boats on their own. A little while back, I got my boater's license which allowed me to drive jet skis and engines above fifteen horsepower.

I have not always been a Christian, growing up in an isolated part of Tennessee were families lived apart from each other, Jesus was not a household name that was spoken of. We didn’t pray or nor did I see my parents pray. This became a resonating tradition in my life. Though I was very close to my mother and really didn’t interact with others, it created in my mind an introverted person. This created a covering of my feelings and started me on a downward fall in my life. Our family didn’t go to church, so it became a part of my belief system, so I continued to live my life as if nothing else matters outside of my family. I was gifted in many things, but I drew to my talent of Basketball and focused totally on it. The adrenaline and desire

I always wanted an all-terrain mountain bike. That finally happened when me and my family went shopping at Walmart for a new bicycle because recently I learned how to ride a bike with two wheels. Due to my practice behind the handles my parents thought since that it was summer and I needed the physical exercise, that I should get a bike. Also that I couldn’t ride my original small dirt bicycle. It was a jolly experience on a large bike for the first time.

I walk, bewildered, down a flawless avenue with no man in sight. Where am I? The last thing I can remember is driving to a small town to work on a murder case, then being confronted with swarming lights through my windscreen and the ear-piercing screech of tires.

First person narrative research is a term that uses a group of approaches that in turn depend on spoken words, written works or pictures/drawings of people. These approaches tend to focus on the lives of individuals as told through their own stories. The importance and focus within such approaches is in the narrative, usually based on both what and how it is narrated. The audience validates narrative research. Being a very useful tool and all, narrative method may not always be strong enough to stand-alone as a central piece of evidence in concluding a point. Regardless if it is part of a presentation or whether it is a stand-alone piece of information, it must be accepted, based on its own merits as an individual experience and

The third-person narrative perspective became popular in the Victorian Era. One would deem the 3rd person narrator to be more reliable and objective as an external viewer, yet in A High Wind in Jamaica, written by Richard Hughes, it is evident that the narrator is unreliable and inconsistent. He becomes a part of the story, unable or unwilling to hide his bias and prejudice. To better understand the unknown narrator in Hughes’ book, one must elucidate on the limitations of the narrator’s abilities, his bias against children, and his child-like behavior.