5th grade - point of view

She glanced back toward the road. It was as if another step would bring the ordinary world completely to an end and this would be Wonderland. Even the sights and sounds didn't match here. Near her a bucket hung against a tree, and she distinctly heard a sound of drip-drip-drip.

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I went into my bedroom. I put Dribble on top of my dresser. I tried to put him and tell him he would be happy living with me. But it isn't easy to pet a turtle.

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I'm so busy watching the dog I don't even notice it's started to rain. Don't bother me. Don't bother the dog, neither. I'm looking for the place I first saw him. Does he live here? I wonder.

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I used to love how my bedroom was decorated, but lately I'm so sure. There walls are covered with the painted handprints of me and my best friend, Brianna. We started doing them back in first grade and added more handprints every year.

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Long ago on the island of Ithaca in Ancient Greece, there lived a man named Odysseus. Though he was king of the island, Odysseus lived a simple life. He enjoyed tending his fields and orchards and working with his hands as a craftsman and carpenter.

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You have to find Homer. He's your friend. You enter the front yard through the old, rusty gate. You tiptoe around to the back of the house. You see a stone bench and an empty fish pond, but no Homer.

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You sleep a long time. At one point you wake. Lerna has put food on a tray beside the bed: clear broth and sliced fruit and a cup of tea, all long gone to room temperature. You eat and drink, then go into the bedroom.

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A few days after this I had to go out with Ginger in the carriage. I wondered how we should get together; but except laying her ears back when I was led up to her, she behaved very well.

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"Mum?"

Her head turns in the direction of your voice, but she doesn't seem to see you, not right away. Finally her eyes focus on your face.

"Oh Claire," Mum says, sounding broken and far away. "Oh Claire."

"What? Is it Dad? Is it Pia? Something's wrong with the baby!"

"No. Not the baby. It's Charlie."

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Turning off Willie's speaker so you don't have to listen to him, you reach bak to your data orb. An image starts taking shape. It's your friend's face looking at you (remember the witch's crystal ball in The Wizard of Oz?). "Don't forget to meet me at the skateboard park this afternoon," he says.

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