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=EXPOSITION/INCITING INCIDENT=

BANG!!!! My eyes flew open as I heard the bomb strike the desert floor. As I felt my heart stop pounding, I sat up and turned to look at my calendar. //One month//, I thought to myself, //one month since the Darfur war had begun and one less day to go.// As I thought to myself the aroma of breakfast brought me to my feet. I stepped around my sleeping parents and over to my sister, Amina. My dad's snores filled the room and my mom long hair tickled my feet. Usually they are awake and ready to go, but today they decided to sleep in for once. They were always cheerful even in the worst times. Amina's darked color skin glistented in the sun light and her brith mark shined too. "Why are you making breakfast? You never make breakfast, Mom does," I asked Amina. "I'm making it because Mom forced me to. She said she was too weak and tired," Amina explained. "I can see that. Mom and Dad always give us all of their food to keep us healthy. Why are you so mad about helping out?" I questioned. "I don't know, Issa. Just leave me alone and go get the water from the well," she commanded. I usually would have complained about getting the water, but I had to go talk to my friend, Yahya, a Janjaweed soldier anyway. Even though he isn't from a rebel group, like me and my family, he is one of my best friends. The Janjaweeds are tring to stop the rebel groups. As I walked outside the sun was rising and the hot, dry sand fried my feet. It was a long and dangerous walk down to the well but it was worth it to see Yahya. You never know what soldier will stop you or what will come your way. I could see Yahya in the distance standing tall and skinny yet strong and burly. His uniform, dark eyes, and light, curly hair could be seen from miles away. I wanted to talk to him as soon as possible so I started running. He was always fun to talk to. He had the best stories and he understood me the best out of everyone I knew. "Hi, Issa! How are you doing?" Yahya asked me. "I'm good, what about you?" I repiled. "I'm fine,but the war is getting worse and worse each moment," Yahya mentioned. "Oh, well it's horrible how war has killed so many," I said, "I hope I am one of the lucky ones and survive." "I'm sure you will be, I pray for you and your family every chance I get," Yahya stated. "Thanks, I do the same for you too, but I better get going now, I still have to get the water and go back home," I told him. "Okay, be careful!" Yahya exclaimed. "I will!" I shouted. After my conversation with him, I slowly walked home with the fresh water dangling in the bucket from my hands. Once I got home, breakfast was ready so my family and we all sat down on the ground to eat. While I was chewing my first bite, Amina told me I couldn't talk to Yahya anymore. I was so asntonished that I practically choked. "What? He's my best friend. It's impossible for me not to talk to him," I shouted. "Well, he's a Janjaweed, and we are part of a rebel group. You can't trust anyone during this hard time," Amina replied. "But that's not fair!" I exlaimed. "I'm sorry, Issa, but that is how it has to be. Mom and Dad agree too." "How could you?" I yelled, looking at my parents.

=RISING ACTION=

For the rest of the day I sat in the corner of our mudhut and sulked. I had to figure out a way to talk to Yahya. He was my only way to find out what was going on in the war so I could protect my family. All of a sudden I heard screams and gunshots coming from outside.

=CLIMAX=

=FALLING ACTION=

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