How to Write in Third Person

who am i, came from india to trinidad on the fazal razak. brought my religion hndu and islam, curry and spices roti and sawine built temples and mosques no longer speak in mother tongue but now only speak english, now only wear western clothing not sari's we mustn't forget where we came from

After the game, all I wanted to do was go home but the team wanted to celebrate. So after that, I go home and I take a shower. I lay in my bed, just staring at the ceiling. I look at the time and see that it’s only ten till six. I decided to go to the park to clear my head. As I'm walking around, I just keep thinking of Louis. I want to know why he asked me when my game was and why he brought a girl there. Like was he just trying to get me jealous or he just wanted to take her on a date but if he wanted to, why a football game? Ugh, why can’t I stop thinking about this. I keep walking and I stop when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see Louis, resting his hand on my shoulder, out of breath. “You okay?” I say, knowing he’s not. “Mate, can you not hear? I’ve been calling your name for like five minutes.” He says, breathing hard with every few words. “Oh, sorry, I guess I was lost in thought.” I say coldly He finally catches his breath, “I went to your match earlier, you did really good.” He said as he started walking again. “Oh, did you?” I say, surprised that he brought it up. “ Yeah, I was in the front, with my sister.” (his sister?) “I’m sorry mate, I didn’t see you” I paused, “I wish I did” I finished and smiled at him. (Context: Harry is two inches taller than Louis.) “LOUIS IT’S TIME TO GO!” Louis looks over to the voice. “Ughh, It’s my sister, I have to go,bye Harry,” he says as he runs away. “Bye” I say quietly, as I watch him leave. Put this in the other persons pov

Jesus, who loves us, forgives us, and He saves us.