39

=Exposition/Inciting Incident=  On a kid's birthday, they kind of feel like they are on top of the world, and in control; but, own my sunny and warm fifth birthday was not as great as other kids do on their "Birth Day". I'll start at the 10th of May, 2001 (10 days before my birthday). I went to school with my mom (at this time I was four years old going on five). I was so excited I had my twenty steaming hot cupcakes for my friends on my lap. They smelled like a cup of hot melted dark black chocolate on a cold winter's day. Just from the smell I knew that it was going to be a good day. When my mom drove up to the huge black as night circle in front of my tall, bricked, light red school, I hopped out of her car and ran inside as fast as a jack rabbit.  I wanted to pass out the nice and warm, white and black, vanilla and chocolate cupcakes to my friends and teacher as fast as I could. When I got into the classroom my friends ran over to me in our class room pretty fast and wish me a 'Happy Birthday'. Jack came up to me and said “Dan, those cupcakes smell like the best cupcakes on earth,". "Thanks," I said back," wait until you eat them they taste like heaven." "You don't even know, I can't even wait, “Jack said. I couldn't wait for this day to start. So my best day could start.

=Rising Action=  The day started out like any other day. But when I started to pass out my delicious, warm, and brown and white cupcakes after spelling, the day started to fall like a tree in the forest. After spelling, my teacher allowed me to pass out my cupcakes to my friends. When I got up to my friend Jack, he was the only person that thanked me for it. "Thanks Dan", Jack said to me," I was dying for one of these." "Jack.” I said back," Just wait, it's like they sing in your throat, that's how good they really are." And he loved his chocolate cupcake. Later on as my cupcakes got passed out, one by one to everyone in my class, the day got even better. It looked like nothing could quash my hopes for the day. The whole school day went smoothly. But I still had my family to go through. First, my Grandparents. When I got to my grandpa's tall, tan bricked house they brought me into the living room and gave me my two presents wrapped in bright shiny, red and blue wrapping paper. I was if a happy mole and dug through the paper like a bullet. When I finished unwrapping the presents I looked down and to my surprise and excited when I got the two best gifts a little boy could get. I got a real blue, giants helmet and five hundred dollar Mickey Mantle black framed 500th home run plaque with his signature. I was so happy I gave them a big bear hug and put the plaque into the helmet and ran outside to my mom's new car. After I got both of my very heavy presents into my mom's shiny, new, gold car my grandma took me back inside to the kitchen and asked me to come with her to the doctor's office on Saturday the 15th. I agreed. But I couldn't figure out why she was going there. Boy was I psyched to find out.

=Climax= A blue sky, the birds chirping, the wind billowing, blowing big gusts of air. But this all in not for me today. I had to go to doctors with my grandma. Man! I hate the doctors! The smell of the disgusting pink medicine that kind of smells like rotten cherries. EW! But I was not here for me I was here for my grandma. I was still questioning why she was here, because we just about the only ones there. I didn't know but the tall, blonde doctor was so nice to me when we walked into the white and plain doctor's office. "Hi Carol,” He said,” and who is this," Dr. Bra said as he messed up my brown hair. In response to his question she said," This is my grandson Dan" "Well, hi Dan, I am your grandmother’s doctor, Dr. Bra," he said with a smile on his face. My grandma and I were just waiting for the doctor to come back with needle for my grandma's blood test. Now, I hate seeing the sight of blood so I asked the doctor to tell me when the blood was going to come up through the tube. When the doctor warned me I turned so I wouldn't see the blood. I always feel a little woozy at the sight of blood. After it all blew over, my grandma was in a little pain but otherwise she was fine. We waited together for about ten to fifteen minutes; Later the doctor came in and just stood there like he saw a ghost or something like that. Then he gave us the bad news. "Carol I am sorry to say this but you have a really bad case of cancer can kick the bucket at anytime," The doctor said. "Wait," I said with a really sad expression," What does that mean. "Dan, that means I could die at anytime," My grandma said with a white a cloud face. And that is the turning point.

=Falling Action=  What started out with the big, blue sky, and the birds chirping turned out be the worst week of my life. The next day I didn't want to go to my school, but of course I had to go, I really didn't like first grade. But I didn't force it, I just went. I really wish I didn't. As soon school started my young, and blond teacher told us to sit down and get ready for spelling. "Take out your spelling books," she said in a high voice that kind of sounded like a squeaking mouse. "Miss Joan, (that was my teacher), what page are we on today," I said. She said,” Page 19 Dan." As everyone turned to the page I started to get my book out and scanned the page. I was so happy; we finally had a new set of words. I hated the old words. I started to rewrite the words on the paper when the black as night phone rang. BRRRING! The phone was as loud as the airport, and I had a feeling something wrong was happening. Whenever the phone rang back then, everyone knew it was the principal calling. "It's for Dan," she said," go down to the office." "OH!" the rest of my class screamed out, while I was in a scared state. "Now class, that is inappropriate behavior in a class room," she said. "Sorry Miss Joan," the class said. The walk from here to the Principal's office was the long walk of shame. It definitely made me feel scared. This time to my surprise I only had to walk half because my dad came to get me. I knew that this could only be two things, grandma died or my very sick dog died. Both were horrible things to happen. When my dad went to Madison I knew what happened. My grandma had died and I knew it at that moment. As I got in the tall, tan bricked house I went up to her antique room and looked at her gray and lifeless body. I will not lie, I cried my eyes out for at least five minutes. This was the worst day of my life. We knew what she wanted to do with her body; she wanted it cremated, (that means burned into ashes). But she wanted everyone there so we had to set a day, and I had a baseball game today and wanted to do it that day. So we figured it out my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandpa would go to my game (which I won). Then we all would go to the cremator. I couldn't believe me grandma died. At the end of the day it was all over, the fat lady had sung, and I had a piece of her in my heart and in a jar.

=Resolution=  My best friend and grandmother had died. The worst thing about it was, it was on my birthday. At her party we drank fresh straight from the vine wine (but I was too young so I didn't drink it). The wine was red as blood. Because I was her best friend, I got to give the memorial speech. "To probably the best thing to happen to this family," I said just about to cry. "To grandma," everyone in my mom's family, especially my grandma said with the red wine glasses full held high in the air. My grandma's will gave me a lot of cool stuff like old antique world war one and two weapons, but now my grandpa would be lonely. My life went downhill from then on. But when my team won the baseball game, it started to look up. When my friends heard the where really helpful and nice to me in my time of need. When I walked into the classroom my friends had surrounded me just like when I pasted out my cupcakes. And again Jack was the nicest. "Dan," He said in a whisper," I heard, we all heard." Jack my best friend said while waving his arms signaling everyone in the class. "It's ok she's still with me," I said back. And that was it. It was all over. From then on I have not considered her my grandma but as my best friend of all time. 