Exposition :
The
silent echo of raindrops beating against the cold cement seemed
distant. Everyone uniformly stood underneath their black umbrellas in
silence with their heads down. Scarlett, with her eyebrows furrowed,
stood amongst the sea of black. She helplessly wondered why this was
being ignored, cast aside as if it never existed. Jacob was now another
headline for the local news, and soon, his story would be tossed in
the archives.
Rising Action :
“Any news on those Ivy’s?”
“No dad, not yet”
“Jacob,
you know how much we’re expecting from you, right? You can do this,
our dreams can finally come true” Jacob squirmed in his seat and
hesitatingly looked away, nodding. He understood what his dad was
saying and he knew how crucial his college admission was. He sometimes
wished that he wasn’t so smart. Everything he did was mostly to make his
parents happy. He didn’t think his parents realized how hard he had
worked to make them proud. He just wished his parents wouldn’t be so
hard on him cause he was already so stressed out. A few weeks later, a
letter from Columbia University arrives in the mail. As he slowly opens
the envelope and looks at the letter, he reads out loud, “Dear Mr.
Jacob Gooding, we are pleased to congratulate you on your acceptance to
Columbia University! We proud to call you a Columbia Lion Class of
2032!”
Climax
A
few months have gone by since Jacob has arrived at Columbia. He
finished first semester with all A’s and is now starting fresh second
semester. As he enters his classroom, he notices a redhead girl sitting
in the top corner seat of the class. He later asked the girl out and
her name is Scarlett. They get together, have a bunch of fun together
and they stay together for about 6 months. One day Jacob and Scarlett
get into a fight and Scarlett. Scarlett goes home and is there
kidnapped. Jacob receives a phone call saying to bring money or he’ll
kill her. After....
Honestly, it's a bit confusing.... Why does it seem like ur exposition is in the climax?
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