Drag the tiles to the boxes to form correct pairs.
match each excerpt to the point of view it reflects.
first person
second person
third person
you are waiting in line for the bus. you feel a nudge
from behind. as you stagger forward, you find yourself
seated inside the bus. "is this some kind of magic? "
you wonder to yourself.
mrs. debenham was at the flower skikihop. she looked
longingly at the pink tulips and smelled the roses
as she passed by. the girl at the counter smiled
and handed her the basket of tiger lilies.
i could not see anything because it was completely
dark inside. i kept as close to the wall as possible
and moved forward one step at a time.