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Hello, my name is Alex.  I am a 21 year old colonist in the revolutionary war and one of the men that are going to dress up as indians and dump chests of tea in the Boston Harbor to protest against the British tax on tea and "No taxation without representation."   It's risky, but hey!  That's what it means to be a patriot!

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SUmmer squinted into the glass as she tried to see her reflection through the dirt caked mirror. She hadn't seen her face in over months. Dirty rags hung from my face, protecting me from the never ending dust that seem to come from who knows where. SUmmer had once been able to see her reflection, back in the days when her skin was still tan, and her eyes were a vibrant green that lit the dark. She had a smile that stretched across the entirety of her face that showd the back of her teeth. Oh how she missed those days. 

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SUmmer squinted into the glass as she tried to see her reflection through the dirt caked mirror. She hadn't seen her face in over months. Dirty rags hung from my face, protecting me from the never ending dust that seem to come from who knows where. SUmmer had once been able to see her reflection, back in the days when her skin was still tan, and her eyes were a vibrant green that lit the dark. She had a smile that stretched across the entirety of her face that showd the back of her teeth. Oh how she missed those days. 

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Mahek- Hi! My name is Isabella Williams and I am 12 years old. I live in Massachusetts. My sister was accused for being a witch and was hanged a month ago. Now Abigail is accusing me of being a witch because I can hear my sister's voice. I have to go through all these trials like going into water and seeing if I will sink or float. Isn't that stupid! 

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Mahek- Hi! My name is Isabella Williams and I am 12 years old. I live in Massachusetts. My sister was accused for being a witch and was hanged a month ago. Now Abigail is accusing me of being a witch because I can hear my sister's voice. I have to go through all these trials like going into water and seeing if I will sink or float. Isn't that stupid! 

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Hello, my name is Margot Frank. I have short, dark hair, and have glasses. You may know my sister, Anne Frank. Her diary was published for the world to see. You also may know that she and I lived during the holocaust. Sadly, she has died, but she will be remembered forever. With death just creeping around the corner, I am afraid that these may be my last words. Even though I may be unknown to the world, I hope the world will know what happened to my sister.

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SUmmer stared into the glass as she tried to see her reflection in through the dirtcaked mirror. 

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SUmmer stared into the glass as she tried to see her reflection in through the dirtcaked mirror. 

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Write your character introductions in the first person point of view.

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Hello, my name is Zhang Li from Huairou, China. I live a simple life with two parents, no siblings, no friends, and barely enough food. Every day I go to the same place and work until my hands bleed. I'm not lucky enough to be in Guangdong where all things are perfect. We have to savor every bit of food, every washed clothing, and every single penny to

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Hello, to everyone reading, I'm not entirely sure how to say this, but my town is riddled with a strange disease. My own father has developed swelled skin all over his neck and legs. I try to care for him, but am careful and hesitant, due to it

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Hi! My name is Lea Johnson and I'm 23 years old. I just got a job at the Nasa Control Center in Houston! I left my home in St. Louis, Missouri to go to Stanford for four years and get my engineering degree. Finally, I have the job of my dreams! My training starts tomorrow and I already have my first shuttle assigned. I'm going to be working with Apollo 13! What could go wrong?

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Hello, my name is Dottie. It is 1929 and the stock market crashed last week. My once financially stable and close knit family seems to be going down an endless spiral of disappointment. Starving, lost in our thoughts, and struggling to survive, my family and I plan to make it out of The Great Depression the same as we are going in. " Use it up, wear it out, make do or do without."

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Hello, I'm Henry Rogers. I am 12 years old and livin' in good ol' 1942. When I grow up, I want to pack my bags and get out of this little town and explore the world. I am earning and saving money day by day by working as an apprentice at the local drug store. My father owns a very successful business that has helped a lot the people of this town, but now he has Polio. He has a very large chance of dying. He said to me that he leaves me to own his business when I am old enough. I want to leave, but now, things have changed.

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Hi, I'm Malorie Helmer. I am 13 years of age and I was born in 1916  on June 5th. I am ecstatic due to the fact that the U.S helped win the World War. I live in my small Florida home with my Ma, Pa, and younger brother, William, who is only 6 years of age. As of right now, it is September 30th of 1929. I don't know why, but Pa was let go from his job as a sales worker. I also heard that many of the other folks have been let go. Ma and Pa always seem to compliment me. Ma has always said that I'm an astute young lady who deserves the world. Pa always told me that I was a contrast because of my deep brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and pale skin. I'd like to say I took after Ma. Next month is William's birthday, on October 24th! I still need to make him a present while Pa finds a job.

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The world is darker now. I can’t seem to realize how beautiful the world was before the stock market crashed. After all, I was just 6 years old.

My name is Lily Centralseen, I am 10 years old, turning 11 soon, although my birthday won’t be special.

I used to live in a wealthy family, but my father is beginning to fail in his buisness, and soon we will be broke.

Maybe

I rarely see my older sister, Patty, because she often stands outside by herself, asking for rations for our family. Sometimes they refuse, though, and we live hungry.  But there still is good news. We haven’t evacuated yet.

Yet.

We still live in a big house, but we had to move out, like most people, during the stock market crash of 1929.

I lived a pretty wealthy life when I was little. My family made the smart choice of saving a lot of money and not investing a lot in the stocks. We cashed out right when the stocks were high before this, being able to make a decent amount of money without relying on the bank to have our backs.

My father was the CEO of a company, and he was a wise one, for sure.

But it’s called the Great Depression for a reason, and I couldn’t see how things could get any worse...

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“If you hope that there is hope, there won’t be any more hope to hope for.”

“Follow the flashlight being shown, even if it’s from a mile away. Don’t get away from that light and follow it until it brightens your entire life. Just don’t follow it into it’s core. Then you will get burnt by it.”

“The world is your canvas. You can’t paint on it if you stay in your room.”