Read the excerpt from Takoda's narrative. The start of school on the reservation was always hectic. I couldn't hear myself think above the talking and laughing, and it didn't seem like any of us were ready to trade our summers for book reports and math worksheets. What started as a chorus of whispers from desk to desk cranked up to almost a roar, with no teacher in sight. When the door opened, all conversation stopped. A tall, bearded man strode into the room and slapped a lesson planner onto his desk. The entire class sucked in their breath, and I could hardly believe my eyes. It was my uncle Mahkah.

Which elements of a personal narrative would make the most sense for Takoda to include next? Select two options.