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=Exposition/Inciting Incident= In fourth grade two years ago, on a Monday, I went to school like every other Monday. Everything was status quo untill I foolishly asked to use the bathroom. "Excuse me Mrs. Pompei, may I use the bathroom?" I asked. "Yes, you can, just sign out and bring the pass. Make it snappy, as quick as lightning, because we have to go over the homework," she replied. On the way back I came across my friend Jessica Smith. (I know Jessica from football, we play on the same team even though she is a year younger then me). "Hey Jessica, how are you today?" I asked her. "Hey Jose, I'm good and yourself," she replied. "Can't complain, well, I better get back to class. If I miss going over homework Miss Pompei is likely to lose her temper and blow her stack. BANG!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT DID THE PASS LOOK LIKE? WHAT WAS MRS. POMPEI WEARING? WHAT DID SHE SOUND LIKE WHEN RESPONDING?

=Rising Action= "Ow,my head," I screamed to my teacher. "Oh very funny Jose, but go back to your seat and sit down," she replied. "But i'm not faking.' I told her (by then I was hystericaly crying). "Go back to your seat now or you can go sit in the office, don't try to pull another fast one on me," she stated. "If you don't belive me then look at my hands, their covered in blood," as I took my hand off my eye to show her. "EWWWWWWW!!!!!!" my class screamed. "OH my gosh, she stated. The she picked the first person in the class that she saw and it ended up being a boy that's name is Bob. "Bob take Jose to the nurse right now!" she dimanded. When I got to the nurses office and her eyes widened,as if I had 5 heads and they all were bleading. Then she ran to get me an ice pack. When I had the ice on my head she told Bob he could go back to class, and I thanked him after throwing a nother bloody paper towl onto the mountain high pile in the garbege. After I calmed down she asked me what happened and we called my parents. But neither one of the could pick me up because my dad was working in New York City, and my mom was baby sitting my baby cousin Sophia for my aunt because she had to work. So my mom was stuck on Long Islad New York. It was like someone set a curse on me and hoped I had the worst day of my life because everything was going bad. Who ever set this curse better be glad because they sucsited in making me have te worst day of my life. After two hours of sitting in the nurses office my head was a pounding drum.Or kids asking me what happened, or how did it happened, my mom arived to pick me up. "Sorry I took so long, bud (thats what she called me sometimes), there was trafic for about an hour, she said after she signed me out.

WHAT DID THE BLOOD LOOK LIKE? HOW LONG WAS THE WALK TO THE NURSES' OFFICE? WHAT DID THE NURSE'S OFFICE LOOK LIKE? =Climax= When we got to the hospital the wating room was so crowded everywhere moved I could tell that they felt like they were in someone's hair! Everyone was practicly sitting on eachothers laps, It was like I was at a party and we would all fight for a chair, so they get a good seat to watch the football or baseball game. And I don't mean to be mean but the people all looked disterbing and I didn't really want to go sit in there. But when we got to the front desk there was nice lady with a name tag that read "Andria, Alvino your assistant from Alabama. Andria looked like she was nice before we even were able to talk to her, because she had a really nice smile. "Hello, How are you today," she greeted us. "Hello, good," my mom and I replied. "What happened too your head, wait hold on let me guess you need stiches," the nice lady questioned. "Yup I need stiches, but I wish I didn't have to,"I stated. "Well you know what? Do you want to wait in that room right there," as she pointed to the waiting room. 'No not really," I said Then the doctor is waiting for you down the hall and to your first right,' with a big smile. "Thank you so much we really appricate it," my mom told her. "Good luck with the stiches,"she yelled when we were half way down the hall. In the hall, on the way to the doctor I fouled around by telling her the only rason Andia didn't make us wit was because of my ood looks. Then she told me she just didn't want to look at me because I was ugly. We laughed and before we knew it we were at the doctors. When we got to the doctors office we met the doctor, he was a young man who was about in his twenties. Then my mom had to fill out a couple pices of papper work about me and if I had to go to the hospital before, and before you knew it I was laying in a big chiar. During the stiches being put into my head I was hystericly laughing and my mom was squesing my had and I was just laughing. When it was done we thanked the doctor and on the way out Andria wasn't at the front desk, so we got into the car and I was on my way home. The only thing I did when we got in the car was I stared in to the mirror and looked at the new part of my face, for a couple of weeks. It didn't look to diiferent I just had was a bunch of black pieces of thred that was covering the ugly cut on the to right on my forehead.

WHAT DID THE WAITING ROOM LOOK LIKE? HOW MANY PEOPLE WHERE IN THERE? WHAT COLOR WAS HER NAME TAG?

=Falling Action= When I got home I figured someone spread the news about me going to the hospital. There were 15 messages on the machine from all my friends asking if I was ok. It took me an hour just to reaturn the calls! By then it was eight o'clock at night and I was starting to feel tired. The doctor had given me medicine to dull the pain from my stitches, and it made me sleepy. The phone calls and pills got me and I was knocked out. When I woke up it was around twelve-thirty on a beutiful Thursday morning. "Oh my goodness its Thursday morning and I am late for school." "Mom I'm late for school," I yelled in a panic. "Don't worry Michael, the doctor said you could play hooky untill the stiches are starting to do their job." Mom called up to me. "Ok,then I guess I'm not going to school!" I replied in a sad voice but wearing a big grin on my face. "Go back to sleep and then when you wake up I'll have brunch with you," she hollered. I couldn't go to sleep for a while but after I read a little I was able to go to sleep. My mom wasn't kidding when she said we were going to have a nice brunch together. I walked down stairs and there were beautiful ballons that said, "Get Well" on them and my mom an dad were sitting at the table with a card in the middle. I said hello to my parents and they handed me a card which they thought was from my class. I picked up the card and on the front cover it said in great big letters "Get Well Soon Spazzy," (Spazzy is what my nick-name was in the class because aI was very clumsy) When I opened the card it was signed by all of my friends and class mates. What a great feeling, knowing they all cared so much for me! After I had a fabulous turkey sandwitch, with the Italin bread slightly toasted, I chatted for a while with my parents. The house was quiet without everyone around. I liked having my parents to myself. So lunch while home 'sick' was a pleasant experience. Dad had to go back to work, Mom had to get pick up my little brother and sister, so quiet time was over. They told me to just relax, and that was what I did. By dinner time I wasn't so hungry because I had the big sandwich but I sat with the family. But my family My head didn't hurt as much and for once in my life I was actually looking foward to going to school. So I went to bed early around eight .( I got a lot of sleep today and my mom said I needed it). I fell a sleep and was woken up to the phone ringing, BRRING, BRRING, BRRING,BRRING, and finally someone picked it up. Who even knew what time it was? I was sort of dizzy and confused. I heard my mom say "Umm I think he's sleeping but I'll have him call you tomarrow ok, bye." I was at the stairway by the time she hung up. "Who was that?" I asked. "Anthony Brady," "Who?" I asked with out letting her finish. "Your friend, from the beach, and he wants you to call him tomorrow," she stated. "Ok," I said. "Go back to sleep and I love you," she whispered. 'I love you too," I said while I was walking away. Then I fell back to sleep.

WHAT DID THE STITCHES LOOK LIKE? WHAT KIND OF DAY WAS IT? WHAT DID YOUR SANDWICH TASTE LIKE?

=Resolution= When I woke up I wanted to take a nice hot, steamy shower but the doctor said I shouldn't because the stitches could soften up and possibly fall out, and I really didn't want to go back to the hospital so I didn't shower. I got dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfeast. My Dad droped my brother, sister, and me off at school on his way to his office for work. I got to school about ten minutes early so I went to go see Mrs. Pompei. "Hi, I said while I was walking into the classroom. "Oh! hello Jose, you scared me, I was just grading some papers," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to just pop up on you," I apologized. "Oh its ok, how are you feeling?" she asked. "I'm feeling ok its just that my heads a little foggy, bloggy, and goggy (my head hurt prettty bad). I said. RINGGG! RINNNG! RINGGG! RINNNG! "Well are you ready to be attaked by the questions your friends are going tou ask you because that was the bell," she laughed. "Yeah I guess so," I replied. A few minutes later the boys and girls in my class had formed a circle around me screaming all diferent tipes of questions questions all at the same time. Finally Mrs. Pompei had told everyone to go sit down and we will talk about this later. later. I got past the first half of the day and by then you would have thought I broke my leg or something because I had help whenever I needed it amost of the time I didn't need it but still there was someone asking to help. When I got to lunch I saw all my friends that I play sports with and that aren't in my class. When I got to the table I was sitting at I saw all my best friends. They asked me how I was feeling and stuff. I am sooo glad that I have friends that will always stand by me and all ways make sure i'm ok.

HOW DID YOU FEEL WHEN YOU DIDN'T TAKE A SHOWER? WHAT DID YOUR STITCHES LOOK LIKE NOW? WHAT KIND OF QUESTIONS DID THEY ASK? HOW DID YOU FEEL?