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=EXPOSITION/INCITING INCIDENT=

"Jazara, can you please pass me the potatoes?" Mother asked. "Yes, Mother," Jazara said while passing her mother the warm, steamy potatoes. Jazara was beautiful, just like her mother. They both had silky, long brown hair, deep pools of dark, brown eyes, and petite, precise, perfect noses. Beautiful, that's what they were. Everything was perfect in their lives. Love, happiness, and joy filled thier lives.

The Allah hut was cozy and peaceful on this warm, February day. The aroma of dinner lingered around the house giving it a homely feeling. The hut was warm, there was a burning fire in the middle of the home. Nobody thought anything would go wrong...until it happened. All of a sudden, they heard a loud BANG! on the roof of their small hut.

"What was that?" Father yelled. "Go, check!" Mother demanded. Father slowly and cautiously opened the door a crack to figure out what was happening. "Oh, Lord," said Father. What he saw was horrible. Too horrible to describe. There were bombs everywhere, people screaming, and blood. Lots of blood. "What?! What is it, what is it, what is it?!" yelled Mother and her children. "Amina, get the girls out of here, NOW!" Father commanded. "What's going on?" Nala and Jazara wondered. "JUST GO! NO QUESTIONS GIRLS!" Father howled. Little did they know, the girls were about to run for their lives. The girls ran as fast as lightning. When they stormed out the door, they saw it too. Bombs everywhere. People shooting. Dead men, women, and children lying on the ground. The Janjaweed had come. The Allah family weren't Arab, and the terrorists known as the Janjaweed hated non-Arabs, so they were in great danger. "Are they dead?" asked Nala while running. "Just run! Don't look back!" Jazara pleaded. "Wait, Jazara, where are Mother and Father?!" Nala whimpered. That's when Jazara realized it. Mother and Father had been seperated from them when they were running. When the bomb had fallen outside Mother and Father went out the front of the hut while Jazara and Nala went out the back. What would they do? Could they survive alone without them? But they couldn't go back now.

"We shouldn't go back, we can't go back!" Jazara yelled to her worried younger sister. "But, Jazara-" Nala cried. "No buts! Just do what I say!" Jazara hissed. Jazara knew that Nala was scared. Why wouldn't she be? But Jazara was the oldest and she had to prtect Nala. No matter what, even if it meant running away from their home. The place they grew up in, the place where they had live all their lives, the place that had held memories for them all these years, the place they thought to be safe. That place was just a memry now. It wasn't the place they thought it was. Jazara knew that now. And since she was the one in charge now, the one that all the weight would come down on if something went wrong, the parent. It was her job until they found Mother and Father. The Janajaweed had 9nvaded their sanctuary so now they had to go. They had to run to a place that was safe. But where was that place? They did not know. But they had to find out. And soon. So the girls ran, and they ran, and ran. The scenery flew by them like the wind. Sand, cactus, and tumbleweeds seemed to zoom by as they ran. They ran until they couldn't run anymore. They found a place somewhere far, far away. It was a ditch by a cactus. They knew it wasn't perfect, but they had to make it work, it as already dark. "What is happening Jazara? I don't understand!" Nala said breathlessly. "I do not know. We will get through this together." Jazara answered. "What about Mother and Father?" Nala complained. "We will search for them in the morning. For now, let's try to get some rest. Good night, Nala. I love you" Jazara stated. "Good night, Jazara. I love you, also." Nala said quietly. The girls layed down behind a rock and fell into a deep sleep.

DESCRIPTION OF SETTING? LOVE THE ACTION HERE, BUT I AM NOT SURE WHY IS THERE TURMOIL? WHY ARE BOMBS GOING OFF? DESCRIBE THE SETTING AS THEY ARE RUNNING? GIVE A LITTLE MORE INFORMATION ABOUT HOW THE PARENTS ARE LOST? DESCRIBE APPEARANCE OF THE CHARACTERS AND THEIR LOVE OF FAMILY?

REMEMBER DON'T RUSH. YOU WANT TO MAKE A PRODUCT THAT YOU ARE PROUD OF AND THAT FULLY EXPLAINS ALL THE DETAILS THAT YOU NEED IT TO.

=RISING ACTION=

As the girls awoke from their sleep, the sun hung heavily over the sky. Nala and Jazara were both unaware of what had happened the day before. It wasn't clear and they didn't know what had happened. They had no idea that something as horrible as this could go on. And in their town! They weren't expecting it. No one was. "Jazara? What happened yesterday?" Nala wondered. "I-I don't know," studered Jazara. "Everything is just a blur." And so it was. The two girls remebered barely anything. All they could rmemeber was that there were lots of fighting and chaos, that they were seperated from their parents, and that they were the only two there, just them, all alone. "I'm scared Jazara. I want to go home!" Nala cried. Tears were starting to roll down Nala's cheeks. Jazara felt sympathy towards her little sister. "Nala don't cry. It's going to be alright. We are going to be fine. We'll find mother and father and everything will be like it used to be." Jazara said comfortingly. She held Nala in her arms and they cried silently together. After crieing for awhile and expressing their feelings they stood up and started walking again. They didn't know where they were going or when they would get there, but they had to find shelter. They had to find a place to stay, at least for awhile. "Jazara, where are we going?" Nala asked with curiousity. "A safe place." Jazara answered plainly. "Where is it?" Nala asked. "Somewhere." replied Jazara. "When will we get there?" asked Nala. "Sometime" said Jazara plainly. "Hmmp." Nala said while crossing her arms. "Your not telling me anything. Why won't you tell me? Just because I'm little doesn't mean you can't tell me stuff. I'm almost five you know!" Nala complained. "Well Nala, I really don't know when we're getting there or where we are going. We're just going! Nala, I'm doing the best I can, we really need to find a place to stay and you don't want to sleep in a dirt, smelly ditch again do you!?" Jazara said firmly. Nala's eyes became big. She didn't answer. Jazara could see that she hurt her sister's feelings. "I-I'm sorry Nala. I'm just scared and frustrated. Come. Hold my hand." Nala took Jazara's offer imediatley. They walked for a long,long time. They passed cactus after cactus, tumbleweed after tumbleweed, and occasionaly stopping at an oasis to drink something. The wind howled at them, but they kept on trying. Shelter, they needed to reach shelter. "Jazara, I think it's starting to get dark!" Nala cried worriedly. "Don't worry. I think I see a campsite over that hill!" Jazara said. Sure enough, Jazara was right. There was a campsite, finally, they had reached shelter. A chubby lady, not much bigger than Jazara, came out to greet them. "Oh dear! Come in! Come in! It's stating to get dark! Oh dear! How long have you girls been out there?" the lady said, rushing them into the tent. It was a small tent with a couple kids and a a few adults. There were a couple of sleeping bags and a table. It seemed cozy. It was by far better than the ditch they slept in last night. "Oh! A bed! It looks so comfy and cozy and-it's fuzzy! Jazara look! It's fuzzy!" Nala exclaimed with excitement. "Nala! Don't be rude! Thank-you so much for letting us in. What is this place?" Jazara sked wonderingly. "Why, it's a refugee camp for all the survivors of the bombings. There has been many bombings in tis area lately." the friendly woman said. "Hi, my name is Yahya. I am the manager here at The Refugee Camp. If ever you need anything, just yell my name and I will come as fast as I could." "Thank you, again." Jazara said with a smile on her face. "Nala, say thank you to Yahya," jazara commanded. "Thank you, Yahya!" Nala said happily.

=CLIMAX=

=FALLING ACTION=

=RESOLUTION=