Purple Hair
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Last published Mon, Oct 17, 2016
A boy with imagination issues sees a girl with hair that caught his attention. Was it his imagination playing tricks on him or was it a real person?
This story is told in three different point of views:
Third person or narrator
First person- boy
First person-girl
I will address which point of view is being used. To start off I will be using third person until later in the story. Please enjoy!
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