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My Life =EXPOSITION/INCITING INCIDENT=

Hey, my name is Vigo. I have long black hair, I have tan skin, I am kind of tall, at 5’1”, I like to play football, basketball, and lacrosse, and this is My Life. One day when I woke up and went down stairs, late on a Saturday morning just after waking up it seemed like my parents woke up on the wrong side of the bed and they were very annoyed. They were telling me to do things like: clean your room or vacuum the basement, and scolding me on how I did them, by hitting and yelling at me. This made me extremely angry. If all of my weekend I had to deal with this I would explode!!!! So finally I yelled out "You know what!!!! If I do such a lousy job, then you do it hotshots!!!!" That just got them enen more angrier, "Don’t raise your voice to us!!!!” They yelled back. "I’ll raise my voice if you raise yours!” I shouted back. We were so loud that the neighbors called to see what was going on; by that time our faces were as red as apples. Then stomped my way upstairs murmuring things like: ‘she's as stupid as a fly,’ or ‘he's so headstrong he’ll get a headache so bad, he'll be handicapped.’ at that point I was ready to through my parents right out the window and not be sorry. They'll fly right into the snow and be so cold they would think they were in the Arctic Circle!!!! And because of the way they were acting they would deserve it, because they were being so annoying and mean. If I could I would ship them off onto a plane to the top of the Arctic Circle!!!! I tried to ignore them and stay away from them the rest of the day. That day showed some ugly sides of people, but the next day we all said sorry and that we were having a bad day. It had happened before too, but not this bad. If we were judged on that day alone for what people would think of us, people would think some really bad things. To sum it all up, we were all hoping that this would never happen again.

=RISING ACTION=

The next day I just couldn't stand it!! The workers seven noisy hammers were screaming all morning and it woke me up (the workers were Mexican, tan, short, and bundled). I couldn't enjoy my Sunday, because tomorrow I would go back to school and I didn't like that. So I get up and go down stairs in a very angry mood. It really bugged me and I didn't like it. All day you herd: BANG!!!! BANG!!!! BANG!!!! CRASH!!!! BANG!!!! BOOM!!!! CRASH!!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!!; I was sick of it!! I couldn't take any more of them making our house looking better! I would rather have a burnt brown house than havinng to deal with this noise. I wanted them to stop even if we were paying them to fix our house. "Mom!" I screamed out, "They’re too loud can you tell them to quiet down?" "Sorry, no I can't. But it's their job and we just have to get used to it. So please, just ignore it." she answered back. "I’ll try. But that's the hardest thing to ever do" "Just, please try. For me?" "Okay." but it wasn't that easy. Their hammers were food for our growing headaches. They were banging until dark and I had to go in the basement to get rid of my constant headaches, but I had to stay there for hours, because even there it was noisy. Although, it was quieter, and I enjoyed that. By the time they left we had eaten a delicious, scrumptious, and juicy pizza dinner, and were all very thankful that they left and we could have some silence again. So, altogether, the workers were really loud and annoying, but the worst part was, they were coming back again for the next week and a half!!!!

=CLIMAX=

That summer, on a really hot, humid, horrific day when the sun was shining and people were sweating from just being outside, I got extremely annoyed. I couldn’t take the fact that I didn’t have PS2, or any game system for that matter. I got so annoyed that I could just burst out yelling, because of it! So, one day I couldn’t stand it anymore, I wanted a game system. For almost the whole summer I was begging and pleading my Mom (who has long reddish brown hair, white skin with lots of freckles, and is short at – 5’ 3” –) and Dad (who has short balding black hair, tan skin and is short at – 5’8” –) for any gaming system. “Mom, Dad, why can’t I get a gaming system, I can afford a PS2 with my own money?” I winned. “Because it rots your brain and I don’t want you to get one!!” My Dad yelled back. “Listen to your father.” said my Mom “THIS ISN’T FAIR!!!!” I SCREECH at them. “WELL LIFE ISN’T FAIR!!!!” SCREAMED my Dad, “SO GO TO YOUR ROOM YOU LITTLE BABY!!!!” Then, I sprinted upstairs as fast as the speed of light without a word while my dad was as read as beats. I wish I had picked a better day so he wouldn’t be so mad. This could’ve gone a lot better. I kept on asking them from time to time, always being denied and yelled at; never even getting a maybe. Until one day at the Florham Park Pool my Dad must have had enough with my persistency and annoyance so he finally said that I could get one!! So a week later my Mom took me out to TOYS ‘R’ US and I got my very own PS2!! It cost me $130.00 dollars and it was worth every penny, because it can play DVDs and play PS2 and 1 games!! This was great!! Although there were a lot of rules and regulations to it like: No playing on weekdays unless I finished my homework and there isn’t anything else to do, and NO RATED ‘M’ GAMES!!!! I was ok with the other rules and regulations too along with these. So, make a long story short, I wanted a PS2, I nagged and begged and pleaded for it, and surprisingly I got one but life doesn’t usually go this way unless you get everything you want (Or you’re good at nagging like me).

WHY DID YOU GET ANNOYED? AGAIN HOW DOES THIS BUILD OFF THE BEGINNING OF YOUR STORY? ALL PARTS OF A STORY HAVE A CLEAR BEGINNING, MIDDLE, AND END; THEY HAVE TO BE CONNECTED. WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY THROUGHOUT YOUR WHOLE STORY? THINK ABOUT THE JOB OF THE CLIMAX. RIGHT NOW FROM BEGINNING TO END THE STORY IS MISSING PIECES THAT CONNECTS THEM. THE JOB OF THE CLIMAX IS WHEN THE CHARACTERS CONFRONT A SITUATION THAT WAS BROUGHT IN THROUGH THE INCITING INCIDENT. HAS THAT HAPPENED HERE? THINK ABOUT IT.

=FALLING ACTION=

For the next couple of weeks I played my new and barley used PS2 and my awesome and nice friends, until the hot, humid, and horrific summer was over. When the summer was over and I had to start school I wasn’t too happy, because it was like being in between a rock and a hard place (Don’t go to school, get in trouble. Go to school, be bored). Sixth grade was going to be a lot different to Fifth grade. I wasn’t sure if I would like it or not. As soon as all of the other kids arrived I knew I wasn’t the only one. Although, a lot of kids had been early, because they were eager to get to a new school, grade, new teachers, and they were ready for the time of their life (being back in school was awesome for them). A lot others got there later or late, because they were too tired to get there early and or they didn’t care about school. When I got there I saw my friend Hoddy (he is medium in height – at 4’11”—, he has blonde hair, his skin is tan, his hair is short, likes to play football, basketball, and lacrosse) with my other friend Dillon (he has brown hair he is tall – at 5’3”—, he has tan skin, his hair is long, likes to play football, lacrosse, and basketball). “Hey guys!” I yelled out to them. “Hey Vigo, come over here!” They responded. “Okay.” I answered. “Hey Vigo, how’ve you been?” asked Dillon. “Good and you?” I responded. “Great.” Answered Dillon. “Okay.” ‘TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET’ “Well I guess it’s time for us to go inside.” Said Dillon. “Yea, let’s go see if we’re in the same classes.” Hoddy rushed us on. So we all went into the school egger to see whose class we were in. Unfortunately we weren’t in the same homeroom. We would just have to see if we had any classes together. Dillon and I had GYM/Health 3, A, C, E together along with 1, A, C, E Science and Sixth period Comm. /Arts. I had GYM/Health 3, A, C, E, 2, A, C, E Social Studies, Sixth period Comm. /Arts, and 2, B, D, F Math with Hoddy. It seemed that sixth grade wouldn’t be too bad after all. Although we weren’t in the same homeroom, we found out that we had a bunch of other classes together, over the last two days. = = =RESOLUTION=

The school year was passing quickly and it was going great, even thought I didn't like school at first that was changing over this school year, because I was getting outstanding grades, I was going to beat my sister, Daniela ( who has long brown hair, tan skin, is short at – 5’ 11/2”and likes to dance), in grades, and I wasn’t getting in trouble!! My parents would be extremely excited if I got all A’s or if I got better grades than Daniela. When I got my first report card it was great I had: Math A Comm. /Arts A- Social Studies A+ Science A-GYM/Health A+ I was so happy, and my dad was ecstatic!!!! “WOW I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU GOT ALL A’s!!!!” he yelled out, “While your sister is a few fries short of a happy meal.” “I know it’s astounding, awesome, and amazing!” I answered, “I love it!” “Well it looks like you beat your Daniela with her B- in Social Studies.” Added my Mom. “Ha! I guess I showed her!” I stated. “Aw, be quiet Vigo!!!! Just because you got all A’s and I didn’t doesn’t mean that you can throw a party. High School is harder than Sixth grade, especially honors Social Studies!!!! Now that’s hard.” Yelled Daniela “Well I guess we did get a bit out of hand there,” I answered, “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, but don’t get over reacted.” “Okay. Well I got to go. I’m meeting Grant, Peter, Dillon, Hoddy, and Paul at the center, but I just needed to show you guys my report card. Bye.” “Bye.” And I was off, running to the center of town I saw Grant (He has tan skin, short blonde hair, is very tall at – 5’ 2”—, plays football, lacrosse, and basketball), Peter (He had white skin, long brown hair, is short at – 4’ 9” –, plays soccer, baseball, and basketball), Dillon, Hoddy, and Paul (He had white skin, long blonde hair, is medium height at – 5’ –, plays soccer, basketball, and lacrosse). We stayed there until 4:45. Then we took out our phones and called our parents to pick us up (I had the Verizon Voyage, Grant had the Verizon Chocolate, Peter had the Verizon Envy, Dillon had the Verizon Venus, Hoddy had the T-Mobile Sidekick, and Paul had the Verizon Envy). When I got home my Mom had a pasta dinner ready for us. After we ate I was going over my Science for an upcoming vocabulary test. “Evaporation then Precipitation.” my Mom asked “Evaporation- To convert or change into a vapor. Precipitation- A casting down or falling headlong.” I answered “Very good,” She stated, “Well it looks to me like you know your words. Good night.” “Good night.” That night I realized that family is where is where the heart is. In conclusion, my life isn’t so bad, even with its ups and downs.