Point Of View Types

1st person: I could feels my knees start to give in as I make my way around the last corner of the track. All I had to do was sprint to the finish line and the first place ribbon would be mine. I let myself imagine the crowd screaming my name, “Emily!” Unfortunately it wasn’t that easy. My legs were beginning to cramp and sweat poured down off my brow, into my eyes. I couldn’t rub the sweat out of my eyes with out losing focus and allowing my competitors to get ahead of me, so I left my eyes to sting and blink uncontrollably. My white jersey stuck to my chest as I struggled to breath. The finish line was less than a foot away… Will I be able to make it?

3rd person: The girls were running quickly, feet pounding on the track. Angie was struggling for first. Next to her the girl in the white, Emily, was breathing heavily. Her struggled breathing could be heard a mile away. Sam's sweat began to make her yellow jersey stick to her skin and she couldn't get it off. All of the runners were very tired by the time they were on they're last lap. They had been fighting eachother for first for forever it seemed.

3rd person omniscient: It was up to the three runners in front. Only one girl could get that blue ribbon and all of the girls wanted it. Angie began to wheeze and her stomach was moving up and down rapidly under her orange jersey. She had never lost a race in her high school career and she knew that this race wasn’t going to be easy. Next to her Emily was struggling to get a lead in the race. Every time she got ahead somebody else would pop up next to her. Tears of pain slid down her cheeks. Meanwhile Sam was running steadily in her yellow uniform trying to make up a plan. How was she going to get ahead? She had been training for this moment for weeks, and she was waiting for the perfect moment to pick up speed. All three girls were waiting for that moment, watching they’re competitors losing energy slowly.

3rd person limited: Angie had never felt so tired. It was her senior year and her last race was so important to her. She glanced towards the bleachers and saw her coach shaking his head. She had to get ahead fast. After all that training she couldn't settle for anything but first. Her throat felt like it had been rubbed with sand paper. She began to breathe in and out slowly. She thought that maybe if she could get enough air she'd be able to sprint that last few feet. She was running out of time to decide. She could sense the other girls wanting to do the same thing. If she was going to win she had to move...NOW!