Katelyn had no idea that, not far away, someone else was doing the exact same thing, just waiting for the right time to make a move. As fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, Katelyn took off the rest of her clothes, threw them on the floor, and plunged herself into the tub. Downstairs, her mother, Sandra, stood in the kitchen and poked at the congealing remains of a prime rib roast. She yanked at her blue sweater as she pulled it tighter on her shoulders and fumed. Sandra was cold and mad. Mad and cold. She searched her kitchen counters for the espresso maker. 
_{Envy by Gregg Olsen}

There are six key decisions you make during your teen years that can make or break your future. Choose wisely, and don't blow it. If you do happen to blow it; however, it's not the end of the world. Just get back on track quickly and start making smarter choices. Being a teen today is tougher than ever. While your grandparents may have had to walk uphill to school in the snow, you have a different set of challenges to navigate.
 ^{_{The 6 Most Important Decisions You'll Ever Make by Sean Covey}} 

The other ship hung in the sky like a pendant, silver in the ether light cast by the nebula. Waverly and Kieran, lying together on their mattress of hay bales, took turns peering at it through a spyglass. They knew it was a companion vessel to theirs, but out here, in the vastness of space, it could have been as tiny as a one-man or as immense as a star. 
_{^{Glow by Amy Kathleen}} 

 "Always keep sideways to your opponent," Alek said, gently turning her. "That way, your chest presents the smallest possible target." "Aye, the smallest possible target," Deryn sighed. Alek stepped away and resumed his own pose, so that the tips of their swords almost touched. Deryn took a deep breath, but Alek didn't move. Long seconds passed, the airship's new engines thrumming beneath their feet, the clouds slipping slowly past overhead.
_{^{Behemoth by Scott Westerfeld and Keith Thompson}}

The dogs were still running at a lope, though we had come over seven miles, and I was full of them; my life was full of them. We were, as it happens sometimes, dancing with winter. I could not help smiling, just smiling idiotically at the grandness of it. Part of the chant of an ancient Navajo prayer rolled through my mind: Beauty above me. Beauty above me. Beauty below me. Beauty before me. That is how I felt then and frequently still feel when I am running with dogs. 
_{^{Woodsong by Gary Paulsen}}

Tally smelled the village before they reached it. It made her nose wrinkle unhappily. It wasn't just the scent of wood smoke, or the less welcome tang of animal slaughter, which she knew from watching rabbits and chickens killed for food back in the Smoke. The smell at the outskirts of the hunters' camp was much worse, reminding Tally of the outdoor latrines the Smokieshad used. That was one aspect of camping she'd never quite gotten used to.
_{^{Pretties by Scott Westerfeld}} 

A type of narrative perspective in where the  author uses pronouns like ''your" and "you."

How can you know that something is written in first person point of view?

Third person omniscient point of view is when the narrator knows the feelings and thoughts of ______ characters.

What is special about third person limited?

How can you know that something is written in first person point of view?

“I don’t want to put my shoes on,” cried Timmy. Timmy had been fussy ever since snack time. He didn’t get a cheese stick because Michael ate the last one, so he was hungry. Then he didn’t get to sleep at all during nap time which made him cranky. Now he was really worked up. “I want to go home. Get my mommy!”
What is the point of view of the passage? 

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Marina insisted. In fact, she was a little offended at the implication that she had taken the birthday cake.
Sharon felt compelled to apologize. "I'm sorry, Marina," she said. "I'm just upset. I don't have enough time to bake yet another cake for Bryan. We have to find this one!"
"We'll find it, Sharon," Marina replied. "No matter what, though, Bryan will have a wonderful birthday."
"I know. Thanks, Marina," and with that, Sharon and Marina went to find the cake culprit.
What is the point of view of the passage?

“A dare is a dare,” Ben heard his friend Tony say behind him as he walked up the creaking steps.
The October wind started blowing harder the closer Ben got to the front door. Old, grey wood covered in spider webs surrounded him.
There’s no way out this now, he thought. Why did I make up that story in the first place?
“Come on, man!” Tony called to Ben. “I don’t have all day!”
Ben glanced down at the rusted, metal door handle. He could see teeny bumps covering his skin like the chicken he sometimes saw his mom making for dinner. He was scared, but did not want his friend to know. He closed his eyes, grabbed the cold, metal handle, and pushed the door open.
What point of view is this?

  A narrator who tells a story without describing any character's thoughts, opinions, or feelings. Instead, it gives an unbiased point of view. Uses pronouns like "he", "she", or "they". What point of view is this?

What clues best show second person POV? 

What point of view uses the pronouns "he" and "she"?

What point of view uses the pronoun "I"?

“It all began when Ms. Frizzle showed our class a film strip about the human body.  We knew trouble was about to start, because we knew Ms. Frizzle was the strangest teacher in the school.” The Magic School Bus: Inside the Human Body, Joanna Cole and Bruce Degen

“Life is where you sleep and what you see when you wake up in the morning, and who you tell about your weird dream, and what you eat for breakfast and who you eat it with. Life isn’t something that happens to you. It’s something you make yourself, all the time.”
― Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger

The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining that he felt he had said something quite wonderful.  But he knew his mouth had only moved to say hello.  "Do you mind if I ask? How long've you worked at being a fireman?" the girl asked.  "Since I was twenty, ten years ago," said Montag. They walked farther and the girl said, "Is it true that long ago firemen put fires out instead of going to start them?" "No," Montag replied, "houses have always been fireproof, take my word for it," but the girl knew this was not true. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

“The next morning, Mr. Sir marched the boys to another section of the lake, and each boy dug his own hole, five feet deep and five feet wide. Stanley was glad to be away from the big hole.  At least now he knew just how much he had to dig for the day.  And it was a relief not to have other shovels swinging past his face, or the Warden hanging around.” Holes by Louis Sachar

“Ozma took the arm of her hostess, but Dorothy lagged behind.  When at last she rejoined Glinda and Ozma in the hall, she found them talking earnestly about the condition of the people, and how to make them more happy and contented– although they were already the happiest and most contented folks in all the world.  This interested Ozma, of course, but it didn’t interest Dorothy very much, so the little girl ran over to the big table on which was lying open Glinda’s Great Book of Records.” Ozma of Oz by Frank L. Baum

John's neighbor is angry because John plays loud music every day. John is frustrated at his neighbor because his neighbor complains too much. They talked about it and came to a compromise--John will still play his loud music every day, but will only play for 1 hour instead of 2.

What point of view is the following:
"Effie Trinket trots to the podium and gives her signature, “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!” But suddenly I am thinking of Gale and how the odds are not in his favor."
_{from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins}

Which point of view is the following:
"There is one mirror in my house. It is behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs. Our faction allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every third month, the day my mother cuts my hair."
_{from Divergent by Veronica Roth}