a well-known proverb states, "a picture is worth a thousand words." what story does the image below inspire you to tell? write a narrative that is inspired by this image. your narrative’s characters, setting, and plot must be fully developed.as you write, remember your story will be scored based on how well you: develop a multi-paragraph response to the assigned topic that clearly communicates the purpose of your story to the audience.

describe the characters, setting, and conflict using meaningful sensory descriptions and details that enable the reader to visualize the experiences in your narrative.

organize your story in a clear and logical manner, including a beginning, middle and end.

use well-structured sentences and language that are appropriate for your audience.

edit your work to conform to the conventions of standard american english.

It was a brisk summer evening. Gray came to the edge of the lake that surounded his grandparents summer house. He looked at the sunset for a while and then remebered what he has promised to his grandmother Lily. Book was hanging from his pocket, as he stepped over a rock and sat on the moss covered ground. The sun was turning the horizon into the warmest hug. The book belonged to his mother Anna, who passed away just over a year ago. Since then, Gray has been living with his grandparents in the country side. Anna was a beautiful woman, who served as a public defender. She was not at home a lot of the times, which meant that Gray had to learn how to take care of himself since the early age. He had a lot of friends from school and he spent a lot of time playing with them around the neighboorhod. He never met his father and Anna never cared to speak about him. It all happened so suddenly. One night, his mother was rushed to the hospital and he never saw her again. He could not remember the last conversation they had, but it was probably something related to his home work and his lack of discipline. He never enjoyed studying. His mind was alwyas set on some skeem or a project that he needed to complete. Sitting and reading seemd so boring and unnececcary. As he was opening the first page of the book, a piece a of paper fell into his lap and he recognized his mothers writting. The sun casted the last rays of golden light and he started reading, rushing through the words before the nightfall.

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