Just another standard day
for Vincent Wille. That’s pronounced Will-uh; I figure you’d better get it right now so there’s no confusion about it later on. He’s sort of the main character. While this story was happening I was fairly certain that I was the main character, because obviously I saw it from my point of view. But during the first few tellings, it became tragically apparent to me that I am not the protagonist. Besides shocking my ego-centric world-view and teaching me a valuable life lesson, this realization upset me because, to be frank, I am way cooler than Wille. Oh well, at least you still get to hear it from me. You’ll meet me soonish. Now, you 9th graders who are being asked “what kind of narrator is it?” are freaking out right now. I’m going to go ahead and eliminate that question from your test by telling you straight up. I’m omniscient cause I lived this so I know what happened. But then again I guess I wasn’t everywhere, so there are some things I haven’t been able to fully piece together. Now I’m also a character in the story, which makes me some other kind of narrator.
