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=EXPOSITION/INCITING INCIDENT= "Tick, tock. Tick, tock" Was the only sound that Claire McNanny, a 12 year old girl, heard while sitting impatiently in the Florham Park library. It was a huge library with tons of books. It had large brown and red brick walls. Claire had always hated the old and musty smell of the library. Her grand-mother had forced Claire to study in the library for a school project on the Rwandan genocide because their were too many distractions at home. Claire was in the middle school, 6th grade, so she had to have this project done perfectly. It was a big disavantage for Claire to live right next door to the library because she usually had to spend most of her time there after school. She saw no point of learning about the genocide from the past. There was nothing that she could do about it, anyway; it had alreay happened. Seriously, who wants to learn about something that happened in 1994, when it was already 2008. Claire had been studying there for at least an hour and a half now, and she was sick and tired of the librarian who kept coming over and asking her if she needed help with anything. There was nothing to do in that tranquil library except for sit and work. "And of course I had to wait to do this project last minute." Claire thought to herself, "if I had done this early I would have-" "Do you need help with anything?" Claire could tell that this was the librarian's voice because she had heard it so many times in the last hour and a half. Her voice was low, but somehow it seemed calm and comforting. The librarian was very tall and thin. She had graying hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a long dress with black slip on shoes. "No thank you." Claire said grumpily, then turned back to her work. After a couple of more minutes, the words on the musty, old book started to fade away and become blury. Claire's eyes began to feel heavy, and she could feel them sarting to close. All of a sudden she felt so tired that she could of fallen into a deep sleep even if she was in the middle of an elephant stampede. She slowly, and gradually drifted into a steady sleep...

=RISING ACTION= "Ahhhhh" Cling, clang, clop went Claire as she tumbled through a crack in the Earth. "Where am I?" whispered Claire as she landed hard on a rocky surface. No one replied so she walked around searching for a familiar face. No such luck came to Claire. She kept looking and then all of the sudden, she saw something that looked like the huts in the Rwandan books. "I'm sure not in New Jersey anymore!" Claire said aloud. "But how could this have happened? I was in the library just seconds ago!" Claire thought as her mind raced to think of an explination. Claire started prowling around for somewhere to go, and suddenly she heard loud, threatening footsteps. They were as steady as a heart beat. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A piercing voice holered. Claire quickly ran over to the hut that she heard it coming from, and peaked in a crack through the wood of the small hut. "Holy, moly, guacamoli!" Claire yelled frightened by the scene in front of her eyes. Before she knew it, the stomping feet came to a stop, and the screaming had also come to an end. The last thing Claire saw was this poor old women being held tightly by a scary man. She could not make out his face becuase of the black mask that covered him. Claire sat in silence by the hut for a while, in shock of what she had seen, while trying not to cry. When she heard more footsteps inside of the hut, she imediately stood up and looked through that same crack. There appeared to be a young girl inside and she seemed to be searching for something. "Mom, mom. Where are you?" she was saying. It had just occured to Claire that the helpless woman who had been kidnapped just a couple seconds ago, was this girl's mother. Claire could not help but feel sorry for this girl. She knows what it's like to live without her mother. Claire remembered the day like it was yesterday... She was sitting outside the hopsital room while waiting for news of her mothers recovery. Then she started to see many frazled doctors running wildly around in the hall, and in and out of her mother's small room. Claire was very frightened when she heard a large alarm start to go off in her mother's hospital room. "What's happening?" Claire asked one of the doctors running by. "You just stay right here and everything will be okay." The doctor replied as his breathing got heavy. Then, he scrambled back into the mother's room. Now, Claire was really scared. She stood up from the chair she was sitting on, and ran into her mother's room, but before she could go through the door, a tall and thin nurse stopped her. "You cannot go in any further, your mother is getting surgery done, and we will not be ready to have visitors for at least another couple hours. But, Claire barged right under her arms pushing her aside, with tears running down her face. "Mom, mom!" Claire had yelled. "It's Claire. You are going to be alright! I won't leave you, I promise that I will be right here no matter what." "I love you." Claire's mother whispered as the respitory machine beeped. Her heart rate seemed to be getting slower and the line on the machine began to form a straight line. Claire never forgot the look everyone in the hospital gave as she listened to the words of her mother inside her head. "I love you. I love you." was all that kept running through her mind as she watched her mother die. She began to feel tears swelling up inside of her. As she watched her mother get taken away, she began to realize that she basically had no one left in her life. She was an only child and her father had left the family when she was a little girl. She only remembers a little about her father, and now that she didn't have a mother anymore, Claire did not know what she was supposed to do. And now she lives with her grandmother, in a very small house

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