Group+8H

=EXPOSITION/INCITING INCIDENT=

It was Monday morning, the sky was gray and dark when Veneasa woke me up to tell me that breakfast was ready. When I finally got out of bed and threw on my raggy cloths, I went into the bathroom and saw Veneasa ruffling his short dark black hair. When I pushed him out of the way so I could do my hair, he pushed me back so hard I fell to the floor. I bounced back up so quick it looked like I was as bouncy as a bouncy ball, he then left the bathroom and sat on my bed. Then I finally got to brush my long, frizzy, black hair. While gazing in the mirror, I reliazed I had an enormous bug bite on my dark hazel skin. I then left the bathroom and Veneasa and I walked into the kitchen to fetch a fresh bowl of white rice. I then set my dark brown eyes upon my mother's ancient painting about the Asian war that has been perfectly preserved since 1943 to the present year, 1975. 1943 was our mother's father's birthday and mother explained that one of his friends went to China and saw this painting and bought it for him since he was aware that my grandfather loved ancient paintings about past events. When our grandfather died, he passed the painting on to our mother, which will later be passed on to me or Veneasa. Until one of us dies, it is being kept by our mother's sister. After keeping my gaze upon the painting for a long period of time, my eyes hurt so I went back to consuming my bowl of rice. Then I heard an explosions and screams. I then looked into Veneasa's eyes and saw the same cold fear that were bestowed upon my own.

=RISING ACTION=

My body froze as well as time. I couldn't move, think, or talk. I wanted to scream but my mouth wouldn't say the words. I thought I was dying. After about half of a minute, my ears started hearing again. Slowly, Veneasa's voice started getting louder and I realized that she was telling me to run. As he pulled me up the old, rigid staircase, I wondered what was happening. When we reached the attic, Veneasa explained that our village was being attacked by Pol-Pot sldiers. He told me that we would have to hide Veneasa followed right behind me. We quickly closed to attic door and sat on the cold attic floor wondering. We then heard screams coming from downstairs Veneasa almost ran out of the attic, but I lucky grabbed his arm before he opened the door. Veneasa and I waited quietly until we thought it was safe enough to get up and walk around the attic. When we finally deemed it was safe, we discussed quietly if we should go downstairs or not. We decided to stay in the attic for a while. We looked around for any water and food. We found a case of apples and a bucket full of water. Mother put the bucket in the corner because a pipe was leaking. So we had enough water and apples to last us for about 3 or 4 days.

=CLIMAX=

=FALLING ACTION=

=RESOLUTION=