Prompt:    One day you are reading a book. One of the characters jumps out of the book. Write a story about what happens next.
 

The fluorescent beam of the flashlight glared down on the page of the book I held. In my room it was dark, the light of the day was just beginning to arrive and the objects in my room looked terrifying.  As I stared blankly at the picture of the girl in the book who was sneaking to the kitchen for a midnight snack. I noticed her legs had begun to tremble and suddenly she sprang out of the book.  I tumbled out of the chair I had been resting in and shrieked out of terror.  The girl looked startled, but she ventured, "My name is Anne W., Where is the kitchen?"

 With a quivering finger and knocking knees, I feebly pointed down the hall.  My eyes were wide open and I almost felt sick out of amazement.  I followed her brave figure.  The blunt edges of her wide shoulders looked obscure in the faint moonlight.  I clenched a blanket in my hands as a shield and inched towards her body.  Anne stopped abruptly and spun around on her heels.  She smiled gently, assuring me I was welcome to join.  I glanced out of the window only to see shrubs and short trees shrouded by darkness.  What made my stomach lurch most was the towering oak tree perched in front of the window.  It was a ghostly monster reaching its bony fingers out to snatch us!  I gasped and without thinking, grasped Anne's hand and jerked her closer to me.  It was such a relief to find that her hand felt just as clammy as mine did.  She grinned weakly in my direction and we trudged on, huddling together.  The chill of the early, early morning was sinking into my bones and Anne wrapped the blanket around us.  I shivered both with cold and fear when I found that the lamps and furniture cast eerie shadows on the walls.  I gripped Anne's hand even firmer when I heard the breeze whisper by.  As the wind grew stronger and began to howl, all of the brave pinkish color drained from their home in Anne's cheeks.  The setting of the hall we were walking in, the one I knew so well, turned into a stone dungeon or the setting for a horror movie.  We tiptoed farther, extremely frightened.

 Every single sound made us jump, even the creek of the old kitchen door.  I quickly darted my hand out and flipped the ivory light switch up.  We watched silently as the lights gradually came on.  Relief spilled over us and we dropped to the floor, laughing hysterically at our foolishness of being so afraid.  Once our giggles had died down and we stopped rolling around on the floor, I smiled.  I had proved myself brave and had made a new friend!  My feeling at the end of our adventure was far from terrified; I was delighted!

Score Point 4
The response is focused on a terrifying trip to the kitchen.  The writer provides an effective sequencing of events ("As I stared blankly… With a quivering finger and knocking knees… I followed… I clenched… She grinned weakly and we trudged on,… As the wind grew stronger… I quickly darted my hand out… Once our giggles had died down…") and presents specific, relevant details to support the ideas and events.  The writer's organization provides a clear strategy, the response progresses logically and has a sense of overall completeness.