Narrative Analysis Of A Crush On Chaos

Stated by the Dictionary of Literary Terms, an exposition is, “Applied to the beginning of the portion of a *plot in which back ground information is set forth” (Shaw 150). The exposition is basically the first few paragraphs of a story. To me a healthy exposition is very detailed. Personally, when reading knowing the main characters and setting are the two main things I tend to look for; not knowing this information can be risky and cause readers to be unentertained and stop reading the story. In the short story “Grand Stand-In,” the character goes right into telling her background story. Within the first few paragraphs she states, “I never had a family of my own. I didn’t get married, couldn’t see the use of it. […] I

“I am too.” Quickly she thought of a different topic,” I never learned your sister’s name.”

“Man Sarah, that Painted Girl is a tight one,” John said caressing her leg. “She’s fun though. Her face puckers when she’s embarrassed.”

1. Exposition: List five key details that provide background to the characters and the plot up to this point. Explain why each detail is so important to the story.

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

“You have gotten very good in a short about of time,” Ann commented. Tizbeth still liked the woman sitting next to her.

Philbert is known as a comedy guy at his school, a little school named Rocky middle school in the middle of Mississippi. All that's on Philberts mind is that it's the end of the semester and he can go home and play baseball with his brand new glove. On the way home his friends were awkwardly quiet, not the average guy that likes peace sometimes, I can't go an hour without some kind of action(unless I'm going to sleep ) so as soon as I went to go find my mom.

A new principal was hired at Kristina's elementary school, he was also her 4th grade teacher. He respected Kristina's opinion and listened to her pitch,

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

"Do you know anyone yet?" I asked, only somewhat curios, but mostly distracted by the way she looked away and bit her lip when I asked about her.

“Hi Emily, Hello Mrs. Jorgensen, I’m Mrs. Hyre, Emily’s math teacher.” Her voice was soft and calm.

She smirked with her pretty eye-smile and replied, "This is why I like you, you know. The only things you say are either with silence or with raw and lovely compliments. But, for real, you're prettier, Reed."

     Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe and The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats have been considered literary classics. Although there may be a gap between the times of publication, the themes and connotations are strikingly similar. In both works, there is a progression of chaos in time caused by change and eventually leads to an end.

“She learned it from me.” He smiled, procuring a shiny, silver flask. The glare that’s waiting for him when he gets down off the chair was historic, some of her best work, and made him snort a

     Tony finished getting ready, and then we left for the high school. The parking lot was filled with all the other seniors’ cars. Tony and I walked into the library ten minutes late like usual, and the principal had already started giving instructions. I found my place in line and then was all ears. I couldn’t help but look around at all the others. Smiles were plastered on their faces as if they had heard a hilarious joke. Once the principal concluded his speech, the whole senior class paraded down the hallway to the commons in two uniform lines stopping just outside the gymnasium doors. We could hear the band warming up and playing songs. All the people that were standing around me were bubbling