Write a personal narrative about a challenging experience that you faced in real life. Need to include: 1) Write from the first-person point of view. 2) You will be the main character. Include one or two other important characters who participated. 3) Organize the events in chronological order, reflecting the order of a plot arc: exposition, complicating incident, rising action, Climax, falling action. 4) Describe people, places. and events clearly and in detail, using vivid words. 5) Include dialogue. ( Read my story in the picture that I posted. Please I need someone to help me add alot more details if you can think of what to add and make sure I added every topic that was listed). Will Mark Brainliest. [ I have 356 words written but I need at least 500 words .

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“though my entire life I have seen many tough people, I have seen many harsh sights, and faced many difficult challenges. Accomplishing these things seems to be easy, but I believe I have not only overcome these challenges, but used them to develop myself as a person.I look back and feel happy for having such wonderful people, like my Mom, in my life to comfort me through all of my anxiety. I think of how lucky I am to have parents that care about me, and a Mom who sacrifices things she has to make me happy.

Throughout a majority of my life, I had not developed the mental maturity of taking a negative experience and turning it into something to build my character. When I was younger my struggles were never as great as they are now, but still …

Events like this were common, as I would run around the house in fear looking for my parents, but not looking closely enough to find that they were upstairs, or in the kitchen. I realize now that I never learned from those mistakes. I never looked harder to find my Mom or my Dad, I gave up on the spot if I couldn’t run around the house and find them in a minute. Every time I thought they were lost or gone forever, they always came back. But at the moment I finally found one of my two parents, I would hug them harder than I did the last time, to make sure that if that hug was somehow the last, that it might count, or that I could remember their scent or how comforted I felt when I was in the protection of their arms. Whenever my mom came to find me, she was always in the middle of doing something important. She was always cooking dinner or working on her arts and craft pieces that she cared so much about. I remember running up to her in the kitchen, there was a pot of boiling water

I would have months and weeks of pure happiness, where I felt pure, and others where every day I would do nothing but sit and bed and cry. I still do have those days. Ones of pure sadness, where no being or thing could make me feel like I was worth it. I struggled than and still with self doubt, hating myself relentlessly for things I had said, done, or felt. It was and is beyond difficult. The difficulty with people I had this eighth grade year was agonizing. I would receive messages and texts joking about me, making fun of the people I liked and the way I acted. I had people take advantage of my softness, and they found a way to use it against me. They would try to trick me into saying terrible things had happened to them that I caused, and than revealing to me later that it was fake and I was only ‘gullible’. These people made me feel worthless, made me hate myself and my life. The sad truth is- these were all the people I trusted. All the friends who I had been close to were turning against me. It hurt the worst because they knew me the best. They knew my weaknesses and how vulnerable I was, and used it all for their own amusement. For months I would spend days at a time crying and sitting in bed having no food.”

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for me this my answer o fortunately, they did not notice, and i could pretend not to care.​   i hope this you