Monologue From 'The Giver'

Task 1 :
I think that Mo Farah change the most, because when he was a little boy he lived in Somalia whit a poor family. He had a rough childhood, but said himself that it was a ‘comfortable life, not easy, but not hard either.’ When he moved to England, it had been a hard change for him. He had to begin at a new school and speak English to the teacher and the classmates. I think it had to be difficult to not know how to spike their languish and still manage to live a normal life in England. He also needed to live in other surroundings than usual. His brother stayed in Somalia so he had to live without his brother for some years. If he had never moved to England, he never would have the chance to become a famous person. It was PE teacher who …show more content…
I was that person who wanted adventure and excitement. However, I did not know nothing before I found the giver and he gave me the Truth about life. It was wonderful, but also painful and sad to know all the memories from the past. The first question in my head was why Sameness would take away so much knowledge and happiness. Now I can feel pain, love, scariness and much more. It is hard to describe how it feels, but now I can feel freer to decide on my one. I wish I could tell my friend and family, but they would not understand. They are still obsessed with not knowing. Still I want to change it, I have …show more content…
I just hoped that we had shaken toes awful guards of us. I could not see them, so I tough for the best. I opened the door and walked in whit Fiona still in my hand. She looked strangely at me, it was as she was not herself anymore. The giver walked fast toward me and shouted ‘what have you done’. I told him the whole storey. I could tell how over filled with anger he was. He told me that it could never be three people who could keep all the memories. Onley two ore one. I felt selfish and very bad for what I had done. I asked what I could do to help her. The only thing was to wait and hope for the best. For many days, I could not sleep or eat because I was so worried about her. It had been a month, and we did not hear anything about Sameness. All I could think of was that I hoped Fiona was ok. When it had passed a month later, I could not wait longer. I began to think, think trout all of the memories I had. Then I found some ting some might would help her. It was a kind a sea grass and it is very hard to