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Exposition/Inciting Incident

It was the spring of 2005, the carefree year when my friends and I were all at the young age of 8 years old. By my friends, I mean Ava and Jordan, my two best friends at my church, Livingstone Christian Church. The scenery outside was stunning. You could see my church, which has a soaring tower that reached into the heavens. The fragile flowers that announced spring with gentle voices were rising little by little, and the air was tinted with the fresh smell of their refreshing fragrance. The warm sunlight trickled down onto you when you walked outside. It was a beautiful day. "Hey, Lina, what's up?” I was pleasantly startled to hear my friend Jordan calling me loudly as I walked at a normal pace outside my towering church. She had long, straight, and black hair that reached to the very bottom of her back, and had a pretty face. She also was great at dancing. "I’m good. Did you get into that dance competition that you wanted to get into?" "Yup, it all went pretty well.” Then Ava walked toward us. Ava had shoulder-length hair, and was very thin, although she always ate things that were like chocolate for a dog. She liked to do daring things that nobody ever thought of. "Hey, Ava, guess what? Jordan got into that competition that she wanted to get in to!" I told her enthusiastically. "Lucky you!" she exclaimed. Back then we were all still friends, but that was about to change.

Rising Action

One pretty average Sunday, the sun was shining radiantly, the flowers were in blossom, and the birds were chirping in their sweet voices, but a storm was inching slowly and steadily toward us, little by little. Even now, if I could live that day over again, I wouldn’t have been able to have predicted it at all. Ava and I were hanging out when we saw Jordan and a bunch of other people playing tag. Since we were kind of bored, we decided that we wanted to play tag with her and the other people. So I called out, “Hey Jordan! Can Ava and I play with you guys?” As we walked closer, I noticed something strange about Jordan. She was smirking at us. She stage-whispered to me, so that everyone could hear, “Lina, you can play, but that unpopular kid, Ava, can’t.” Ava looked like she was about to cry. Then she walked away. My eyes in slits, I glared at her menacingly. “Look, Jordan, I have no idea what you wanted to do to Ava, but that was about the worst thing that you could have done. And I thought you, Ava, and I were best friends.” Her mouth gaping open in shock at my response, I calmly walked away from her toward where Ava was heading. “Hey, Lina! Aren’t you going to play with us?” She called back to me. But I didn’t answer. Even though I had my calm façade on, I was incensed with what she had done. But I shook off my anger as soon as I saw Ava head toward our favorite place, a garden with a wind chime, a bird bath, a cross, bushes, trees, and blooming flowers all around. Also, this garden was partly enclosed by bushes, and had a red brick path leading out towards the parking lot. She sat down on our favorite bench out of the three, a bench that was right where a bush was growing, so our backs had a bush right behind it. As we sat down, I tried to comfort her about what had just happened, and I told her that Jordan was really being a jerk and that she should forget all about what had just happened, but it didn’t help much. I was never really good at that kind of thing. Over the next couple of weeks, their fight didn’t really progress, so I thought nothing of it. I was relieved and thought that their whole fight would blow over in the next week or so. Was I ever so wrong! Since I tried to spend more time with Ava to make sure that she was ok, Jordan got a little jealous and tried to make me hang out with her instead, which caused the whole “silent treatment” that girls usually use against each other. It was horrible. I tried to get them to talk to each other, but once again, it didn’t help at all. Their fight was a rude awakening to what would happen in the outside world. Then, things got worse. Jordan started to tell rumors about Ava that said that she started the fight in the first place, and everyone began to shun her, except me, because I knew the whole story. I had no idea what to do. My mind was still trying to figure out why Jordan would do something like that. Maybe someone told her to do it, but she normally wouldn’t do something that someone else told her to do. So I was stuck with only one option: she just felt like being mean to Ava, and she did just that. Since I didn’t want to get involved with the fight, I was forced to hang out with Jordan too, even though I had mixed feelings about her. Ava felt worse than me, though. She was confused, bewildered, and hurt by Jordan. She had no idea why Jordan wanted to hurt her in the first place, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Jordan just felt like doing whatever she could to hurt Ava with no legitimate reason why. During that time, everyone felt something in the air, but no one knew the storm dubbed “Friendship” was ready to break. No one expected it, least of all me.

Climax At my church, something arrived. It was as abrupt as a mountain cliff appearing right in front of you. The next couple of weeks, I was kind of exhausted of the fight, and so were Ava and Jordan, from what they said to me, but when I asked them if they wanted to give it up and apologize, Jordan asked me if I was kidding, and Ava said that if anyone had to apologize, it was going to be Jordan, because Jordan started the fight in the first place. By now, Ava had done some things on purpose to irk Jordan, too, so they were even. She had called Jordan “stuck-up”, ignored her even when Jordan wanted to apologize, and other things of that sort. I was just stuck in the middle and was very exasperated. They just kept on telling rumors and backstabbing each other so that one very unfortunate, wet, rainy, and foggy Sunday, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I blew up. I called Jordan and Ava together (with a lot of pushing and pleading pending from me to get them to stand by each other). Then, I bellowed, “Jordan, what is your problem?!?!?! You deliberately called Ava unpopular just to make her feel horrible!! And then you told rumors about her, too!” “Yeah,” agreed Ava, smirking all the while. “Don’t interrupt!” I snarled at her. The smug smile on her face vanished. “And besides, Ava, you’re the same as her! You called her stuck-up and even refused to acknowledge Jordan’s apology, even when she was really sorry! Even if you don’t like someone, can you at least try to go the extra mile to try to empathize with that person? Now, will you please apologize? I can’t believe that I picked two people as best friends who are so inconsiderate!” “Sorry that I’m such a stupid person,” stated Jordan. “That wasn’t real,” I replied. “Think about what you two need to fix and do it. I don’t want to have two best friends that are going to be in the same dumb fight for the rest of their lives. Take as long as you need, but please do something about this quarrel.” Over the next week, I was troubled and believed I had done the right thing in butting into Ava and Jordan’s fight (for once), but I reasoned that maybe I had done the thing that would benefit them and me. At least, I hoped so.