Amelia Point of View:
I was sitting in the park, and I'm pleased the correct wind is blowing because if it gets any stronger, I'm going to die. My life was not like everyone else's. I'm hoping to be normal. My skin changes when I'm exposed to cold air, and I have difficulty breathing. I've had this illness since I was ten years old. According to the doctor, he has only recently encountered this ailment, hence there is now no cure.
Because there were so many trees in this park, I put my denim jacket back on when it became too cold. And, sooner or later, I shall depart from this location as well. I grabbed my book out of my bag and opened it to page 448, where I would complete reading it in two pages. It appears that I will have to buy a new one.
