100 POINTS AND BRAINIEST Your short story should be 500-1000 words long.
Before submitting your story, make sure you story has
An exposition, rising action, complicating incident, climax, and a resolution
Character Development - at least one character from historical time period studied this year (colonies,
Revolutionary War, Writing of the Declaration, etc.)
A setting - time and place should match the character you are using
• Developed plot - the conflict/problem should be historically accurate for your character choice.
Sensory details and rich description to capture the reader's attention and develop a mood.
A narrator with a consistent point of view
Dialogue to move the plot and show the characters' ideas and feelings
Consistent verb tense.
Appropriately selected and implemented active and/or passive voice
Correct capitalization punctuation and spelling
Refer to the rubric to make sure you turn in your best work

Crash!  it was night and i had just heard a sound in my closet. i pulled up my covers over my head and i almost prayed that it was not nothing scary. i was 7 years old and was a a strong girl, but the one thing i didn’t have tolerance for was scary things. i heard it again, crash! i wanted to scream but i didn’t want to wake anyone up. crash! there it was again! i buried my head in my pillow. and tried to keep quiet.

i tried to stay very still and breath not as heavy as i wanted to. crash! crash! crash! my heart started racing and i wanted to run and never look back. i started to think of what it might be. i thought it could be a animal that had gotten into our house and was just looking for a place to sleep, but for some reason, because i was 7, i thought it was a monster. i don’t know if my mom heard it but i could. all i wanted was for the morning to come and i could investigate, but i had no way of checking the time and if i were to go to the kitchen to check the time i would have to go past my closet and my imagination got the best of me then. i think i was up for a good 2 hours when i decided to go up and investigate i was terrified but i need to know or i wouldn’t get any sleep. i got up and went to my closet.

i felt that i was shaking in fear, but as my hand touched the doorknob, the cool meatal was relaxing to touch. i paused for a minute and i thought about what it could be again, and the thought of it being a monster crossed my mind again. my body froze in panic. the fight or flight thing went to my brain and i decided that it was no use just standing here. so, still in the dark and with a new determination in me, i turned the doorknob.

my breathing was short and shallow, and my heart felt like it was going to fail. as i opened the door i felt the cool air that had been collecting in my closet brush up against me. i looked around looking for what had been making the sound but found nothing but darkness. when i stepped back i saw that my door looked like the entrance to the underworld. i laughed at this, thinking how silly i was. then i heard it again, but this time a faint clicking that i believed to be getting louder.  

click, click, click, CLICK! the sound was to much for me and i ran back to my bed, and i was at my bed side when the noise was getting to a 8 on the loud scale. i was thinking, more like praying, that my mom would hear and come to my rescue, but no one came. i pulled my blanket over my head and i could hear the sound, i thought i had heard it before but i pushed that a thought aside. but that thought came back to me. i was certain now, i had heard it before. now i was curious, i tore the blanket off my head and walked straight to the source of the sound. i reached my brothers room when i saw my brothers alarm going off. it took a minute for my brain to realize that it was my brother alarm that was making the sound.

i felt so stu.pid. of course, i had heard the sound before it was my brothers alarm! as i was heading back to my room all the pieces of the puzzle came together and the story made sense. the clicking was my brothers alarm going off because he always sets it to 4:00 in the morning. and the reason it was getting louder was because he has a alarm that gets louder as more time passes. i was basically slap.ping my forehead when i reached my room. i was already back in bed when the thought came to my mind. if the clicking was the alarm, then, what was the crashing?

Explanation: hope it ok that i wrote a story about me

the correct answer is dilapidated.

hope this (:

answer is b,

"the tracer looks harmless in flight, but the pilot’s bitten lips and white knuckles suggest how dangerous it can be."

it was correct.