Which elements of narrative poetry are reflected in "The Thing about Terry”? Select 4 options.“ The Thing about Terry” I should have known better Why didn’t I think? I should have asked questions Not left it to fate I walk through the halls Wondering where she is nowMy friend Terry, with hurt feelings, Gone off on her own I gather the crew: Samantha, Kat, Ladan and Dan, Remind them what happened, Ask their help with a plan She just left, I tell them, Turned her wheelchair away We all watched through the window, No one knew what to say The restaurant was perfect Good food galore But there were stairs, and no ramp To get to the door I chased after Terry, Said, I’m sorry, I swear! The worst was her answer And her hurt, angry glare Nobody thinks of me, Believe me, my friend, Unless it’s to pity What sad shape I’m in I’m tired of caring, of being stuck in this chair I’m tired of feeling those awful, blank stares We have to do something I tell the crew, We can’t let her feel We don’t care when we do The thing about Terry Our friend in the chair Is she’s so fun and funny Never shows her despair She has a big mouth Listens well with her ears But I think for a while now She’s been hiding her tears What’s she love most? I ask When all else is said What makes her smile, Gets her up out of bed? Nobody answers We don’t seem to know And then I remember From a long time ago Stars, I whisper She showed me one night Knew every constellation Said they made her heart light I’ve got it! I grin I’ve got just the surprise I rush to tell them, Feeling happy and wise By nightfall we’re ready I’ve talked to Terry’s mom Terry won’t be home Until our whole deed is done We go in the back door, Then up to her room Paint cans, brushes, A template or two We work four long hours Nervous stomachs a-churn Then sneak into the closet To await her return The door opens at last, She flips on the light Expecting no doubt The usual sight But the lamps have been doused A soft silver shine falls Bright stars fill her eyes From her ceiling and walls Surprise! We shout Leaping into view We wanted to say thanks For all that you do Right over her be The bid dipper gleamsI made it myself To help bring sweet dreams Terry’s eyes sparkle As we run to her side And I remember her words The day she’d gone off to hide Nobody thinks of me, Believe me, my friend, Unless it’s to pity What sad shape I’m in She may be tired, I think, of being stuck in that chair But tonight our friend Terry is walking on air.

A - rhyme
B - abstract language
C - rhythm
D - free verse
E - setting
F - stanzas