As the girl walked up the hill, she realized that the atmosphere was just too quiet. The cardinal tipped his head back and drew breath to sing, but just as the first note passed his beak he heard the crack of a dead branch far below his perch high in the maple tree. Startled, he looked down, cocking his head to one side and watching with great interest while the man rattled the blades of grass as he tried to hide himself behind the tree. As the man saw her start up the hill, he moved quickly into the shelter of the huge old maple tree. If she saw him now, everything would be ruined. She thought she saw a shadow move high up on the slope, but when she looked again it was gone. The man thought if he could stay hidden until she came within range, she'd have to talk to him. Wouldn't she? The girl shuddered as she felt a silent threat pass over her. It felt like a cloud creeping over the sun. First PersonSecond Person Third Person Limited Third Person Omniscient

As you walk up the hill, you realize that the atmosphere's just too quiet. There's no sound from the cardinal you know is almost always singing from the top of the maple tree. You think you see a shadow move high up on the slope, but when you look again it's gone. You shudder as you feel a silent threat pass over you. You feel cold, like a cloud just passed over the sun. Ben Price investigated the scenes of the robberies, and immediately knew that Jimmy was the author. Ben knew how Jimmy worked. The clerk of the Planters’ Hotel was impressed by the clothes and the manner of Jimmy. Annabel loved Jimmy, and her father approved of him. As I walked up the hill, I realized that the atmosphere was just too quiet. There was no sound from the cardinal who was nearly always singing from the top of the maple tree. I thought I saw a shadow move high up on the slope, but when I looked again it was gone. Still, I shuddered as I felt a silent threat pass over me like a cloud over the sun. As she walked up the hill, she realized that the atmosphere was just too quiet. There was no sound from the cardinal who she so often heard singing from the top of the maple tree. She thought she saw a shadow move high up on the slope, but when she looked again it was gone. Nevertheless, she shuddered as she felt a silent threat pass over her. It felt like a cloud creeping over the sun The author picks one character and follows him or her around for the duration of the story. The author can shift focus from character to character. The author’s narrator shares knowledge of each main character’s thoughts and of events which no single character could be aware. The author’s narrator shares the thoughts, feelings, and memories of one main character. The author, when speaking of the main character, uses pronouns like I, me, and mine. The author takes on the personality of a character in the story and has that character narrate the story to the reader. “Billy, I quit the old business-a year ago. I’ve got a nice store. I’m making an honest living, and I’m going to marry the finest girl on earth two weeks from now.” Ernie felt scared to go out in public but Jack decided that going to a restaurant early in the morning might be helpful.

I remember standing in that small, dimly lit room. There was no air circulation. Each breath I took felt like a mass of congealed soup slipping into my lungs. The ripe smell in the air lingered around; silently mocking and tormenting me with its invisible tendrils of death and decay. My mind forced me to look away, yet my eyes kept gravitating back with an impossible will of their own. I knew I shouldn't have let Grandma go down there. She isn't too steady on her feet to start with, and then she gets those dizzy spells. But she insisted, and the next thing I know, she's tumbling down those stairs like a gymnast... I was minding my own business when Mom burst in. “What’s with you?” I grumbled. You know how it is. You think you shouldn't intervene, you think she'll get mad at you if you don't let her do what she's always done... Harry told Nathan, “I’m only going to say this once. I am not going with you to the mall.” Harry felt he would lose Nathan’s friendship all together if Nathan knew why he didn’t want to go. He judged Nathan too harshly. Nathan would have helped him study, not ditched him. John laughed hollowly. “You’re joking,” he said, wondering how on earth he would ever get over this. Veronica shook her head slowly. Her heart was breaking at having to tell him this news. John stood up and banged his fist against the wall, hard, once, but that did nothing to disperse the fury coursing through him. He still couldn’t believe it. “I’ll have to leave now,” he said, thinking that he couldn’t bear to stay there another moment. Veronica nodded slowly. He was upset now, but she knew he'd get over it. You should exercise your rights as American citizens and vote in next year's election. John stood next to his grandmother. He wanted to help her down the stairs. Mrs. Smith looked at her grandson, her blue eyes sharp, and moved a strand of hair from her face. She was determined to do this on her own, to prove she wasn't an helpless old lady... The author, when speaking of the main character, uses pronouns like he, him, his. A method of storytelling in which the narrator knows only the thoughts and feelings of a single character, while other characters are presented only externally. I said, “I’m only going to say this once. I am not going with you to the mall. Ernie liked to watch Dolores from the restaurant across the street, and he hoped that Jack didn’t mind waking up so early to drive him there. John knew he shouldn't have allowed his grandmother to go down the stairs alone. She wasn't steady on her feet and sometimes she grabbed onto the nearest object when dizziness overwhelmed her.