Ello everyone!
I'm 14, from the U.S. of amazing A, I love animals, I'm a music addict, photography buff, and I love to write and read (especially christian thrillers/suspense,anything in the same vein of political cover-ups, assassins, spies, and all that jazz! I don not like vampire novels, or super weird si-fi novels... I like things that are close to reality.)I'm working on my first novel, I'm not sure what to call it exactly... and I need you guys' critique. It begins with a sixteen year old named Katrina (a.k.a Kat) who has everything, but a normal life. Her parents (mostly her father, her mother kinda retired when Kat came along) are Covert Operatives for the U.S government. Kat basically has moved around all her life until she settles in NYC, until the sinister Jackson Vulkmier (a Swiss terrorist/head of a terrorist group called "X" {I love funny cliches like that
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I'm stuck right now though...
I don't know if I should write my story in first-person or third-person...
I find it difficult to write it in first as I can't show the other characters thoughts...
Here is an exert in first person...
My lungs burned as I ran with all my might through the abandoned shipyard. 9mm Glocks in both hands... just like the dream I had months ago, deaths ago... Beverly Hills ago.
"You will never get me! Just like your parents couldn't catch me! Look what happened to them" Jackson taunted, yards ahead of me and gaining speed as I was running out of oxygen.
"You might have killed my parents, taken the only person whom I love but you will never kill my spirit!" I hissed. Thoughts of Carlisle flooded my mind, how I missed that dashing white smile, his velvet soft touch, his gentle kisses in the sand that final night we shared. I fired the gun in my right hand, missed, of course, I'm running, he's running, too much movement. The demons in my head tortured me "You fool! You wasted a shot. You should just stick the gun to your worthless little head and pull the trigger, Carlisle is dead already, you have nothing to live for. Heck! You are nothing!!" I shook the doubtful thoughts out of my head. I have to get Jackson, he has to die, I must get to Carl. The encourage thoughts gave me an energy boost. I know Carlisle is still alive, he still loves me, he doesn't care about my past, he only cares about me. I sprinted with everything I had left in me. Then I looked ahead from Jackson and the shocking reality hit me like a ton of bricks, He is leading me into his trap. I stopped short, raised both of my guns, and began to fire every last bullet hoping I could just him him in the leg and finish him off later, or by shear luck, hit a main artery and finish the horror he has not only put me though, but the whole world.
What do you guys think? If I re-write it in third I can put in Jackson's thoughts, stop the scene going on and jump to Carlisle (who is still alive by the way).
Be truthful... but go easy on me......

I really like animals too. Dogs, Lions, and Octopuses are the bomb