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=Exposition/Inciting Incident= My class was in awe of how normal he always seemed and how he was almost always happy. When I first met Josh I was in kindergarten he walked on September 7,2001 into the classroom and all my class and I saw was a short, skinny five year old boy as bold as my grandpa in a New York Yankee baseball cap. The teacher Mrs.Hoppcraft put him right next to me at first he didn’t talk to me at all at first. So I introduced myself at first he looked uncertain but soon enough he did the same.When we shook hands i felt his skin it was as rough as a rock. For the first couple of days of school my class played games to get to know each other. The first game we played was that we all had to tell a secret we went around in a circle Josh went last and what he had to said shocked us all. " I have cancer and I've had it since I was four." he said. We all just stood there sliently waiting for someone to say something. I want to say something but I didn't really know what to say so I just stayed quiet.

=Rising Action= Those three words seemed to echo in the room over and over in our heads.I have cancer was all i could hear it was like acd was stuck on repeat. In his eyes you could see tears in his eyes trying not to show. My teacher interrupted at that point. “Ok, students back to your desks” she commanded us in her normal angry voice I really don't miss that. Mrs.Hoppcraft is a short sweet woman who I believe wore something pink everyday. We did as we were told and sat down, Josh didn’t come to school for the couple of weeks when I asked the teacher why she told my class that he was in the hospital for some tests. When he came back to school I was the only one who talked to him the rest just stared. One day Josh got sick of all the staring. “I have cancer deal with it I’m just like you!”he yelled at the class with anger in his eyes. I was so glad that he finaly said what was in his mind for so long. No one ever stared at him, but they did start talking to him and after a while he was just one of us like he always wanted. During the school year each class goes to the hospital and see the children at the hospital. When we went Josh just happened to be one of those children.He looked so pale and weak in the hospal bed we all It was really hard seeing such a happy person lying in a bed all day. He couldn’t come to school so my teacher told us we could call him everyday to see how he was doing and we would even drop by the hospital and do class there so he wouldn't be left behind. He would go to school on and off for the two years he was in our class.Later, Mrs.Hoppcraft was offered to take a job filling in for a retired teacher so she moved up a grade and asked if we’d like to stay with her we all stayed with her even Josh. =Climax= Those two years were the hardest yet also the happiest times of our lives. With Josh you always felt a sense of joy and like even though we all our fair share of sadness there was really no point of being upset. When he who was sick never thought of life as being a time for sadness but he saw life as a beautiful adventure that was never ending. He pasted away over a weekend and when we came in on Monday and we saw Josh’s mom and Mrs.Hoppcraft crying. Our principal came in and told us what happened. “I’m sorry to say this but your classmate Josh pasted away last night in the hosptail.”he said in in his deep voice trying not to look us in the faces knowing we were all very hard crying at the news. That day silence broke though our grade like a wildfire that wouldn’t end. Our teacher Mrs.Hoppcraft was to upset to even come to school,but we showed up because the best of our memories of Josh live in our classroom where we all were happy and nothing will ever change that.That some day the Principal called an assembly to honor Josh. He even invited his parents but only his mom showed up. “Once in a blue moon we find that special person who changes our lives forever and I am sad to say this school lost ours but this person will not be forgotten so lets pray that he is in a safe place now and let him know we miss him.” he said. With those words said we bowed our heads and prayed.

=Falling Action= Those few weeks that followed Josh’s death were the quietest days I have witnessed in my life. When my teacher finally got back to school the student teacher Miss.Peyton had to take over because Mrs.Hoppcraft would break into tears.All we heard was drip,drip,drip from her tears. Miss.Peyton was very thin and tall with brown hair with big brown eyes to match. We all loved Miss. Peyton but we missed Miss.Hoppcraft. It was hard to pay attention when you see all the pictures of josh in the hallways. Some parents were complaining that it would’ve save of all the heart if they didn’t let Josh in the school at all. Some were even saying “ It’s unfair that all the students had to be reminded of this event when only one class was effected by this” they would complain. The real truth was that anyone who knew Josh was effected by this so none of us really understood where the parents were coming from. That year the yearbooks were a tribute to Josh with a big picture of Josh on the first page. The picture was of Josh when he ws three years old with a big smie in his face and the other was him cooking which was his favorite thing to do. Inside the yearbook we all wrote Josh a message that told him that we missed him. These were given to all the students on the last day and lets just say the parents weren't so happy about what was inside.On the last day of school my class was planning a sort of fair well to Josh.Sadly our parents got a little curious. “What are you guys up to” they’d ask. “Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," we would all answer back. =Resolution= We ask the principal permission to do our surprise he was a little worried about how the parents will react but we made a very well practiced speech and in the end he said YES to our plan. So our plans were put into action and even though it all summer but when we started the second grade we all knew that we did it for a good reason to make sure everyone knew who Josh was and how imoportant he was to all of us. The day was really windy but we didn't care so we started off the day when we all got inside. My old class got everyone outside and we started the memorial service. My whole class told a story about a time they had with Josh the service took three hours . His mom showed up and thanked us for doing this. "You guys are such angels for doing this" she said with tears streaming down her face. So we told her that it was no problem Josh deserved this for all he has done for us. The principal was very pround of us for doing all of this on our own. Even though Josh is the only one that died I think a little part of all of us died with him and that comes to show that our emotional death hurt us just as much as his physical death. We are all older now but still carry his memories in our heart and that will never change.