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Aidan is writing a nonfiction narrative. Read the draft of his introduction and his notes,
and then complete the task that follows.
Drawing on details from Aidan's notes, write the rest of the paragraph that begins with
the underlined sentence and conclude the nonfiction narrative. In your paragraph, use
narrative techniques such as dialogue and descriptive words to further develop the
characters and events. Use transition words to show the sequence of events.
You Never Know
I wasn't so sure when I knocked on the door. If I was being honest, my
grandmother's neighbor made me nervous. I waited a few seconds and was
about to bolt when the door scraped opened.
"Ah, I, you're here," the shaky old voice said. The voice was attached to
Mr. Jenkins, the most ancient person I knew, who had lived in the
neighborhood since well before my parents had even met.
"Uh, hi, my dad said you needed some help in the yard," I said.
"Yes, yes, indeed. My knees aren't what they used to be-not much good
for gardening any more. Won't you come in?" Mr. Jenkins asked. Mr. Jenkins
proceeded to explain to me where I could find everything I needed and
exactly what my assignment was. That day, it was just mowing the lawn, but
next time I could work on the flowers and bushes. I didn't hesitate to get to
work and was finished within an hour.
I rapped on the door to tell Mr. Jenkins I was leaving. "Thank you. See



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To continue the narrative based on the provided draft:

1. After Mr. Jenkins bid me farewell, I stepped out into the fading sunlight, feeling a sense of accomplishment washing over me. The rhythmic hum of the lawnmower was replaced by the chirping of birds as I walked back home, my hands still tingling from the vibrations of the machine.

2. The following week, I found myself back at Mr. Jenkins' doorstep, greeted by the same creaking door and the familiar smell of freshly cut grass. This time, however, a new task awaited me – tending to the colorful array of flowers that adorned his yard.

3. As I carefully pruned the delicate petals and watered the thirsty plants, Mr. Jenkins sat on a weathered bench nearby, regaling me with tales of his youth and the history of the neighborhood. With each story, his eyes sparkled with a wisdom that transcended his age, and I found myself drawn to his words like a moth to a flame.

4. Time seemed to blur as we worked together in the garden, the days melting into one another in a harmonious symphony of colors and scents. Through laughter and shared moments, a bond blossomed between us, bridging the gap between generations and proving that true friendships know no age.

5. As the summer drew to a close, I stood once again at Mr. Jenkins' door, my heart heavy with the knowledge that my time in his garden had come to an end. Yet, as I turned to leave, he placed a weathered hand on my shoulder and said softly, "You never know, dear boy, the impact you've had on an old man's heart."

6. And with those words lingering in the warm evening air, I walked away with a newfound understanding – that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters hold the power to change us in ways we never thought possible.

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