Someone please help me with this.
[ 50 points + brainliest ]
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Jerry carefully folded the tinfoll; creased it; smoothed it with the tips of his fingers. This was his twenty-third one, so there were no mismatched edges, no sloppy wrinkles in the foll. You couldn't be too careful, living this close to Area 51, where the aliens were known to have landed at least once, maybe many times. You couldn't be too careful, when everyone lied about the allens. When anyone could be an allen. Since they'd moved to Nevada twenty-two days ago, Jerry had kept his head covered; a new tinfoil hat every day. He sat inside, safe, watching the three kids who lived nearby play baseball in the hot, dry, Nevada dirt. What was wrong with them? They were in danger. They weren't smart, like his friends in New Hampshire. He didn't want to spend time with anyone who didn't know any better than to expose their brains to allens. Allens would get in your brain and eat you from the inside out. Or worse. Jerry tried to block the sound of laughter as he folded the edges of the hat he'd wear tomorrow. He heard the sound of a ball hitting a bat. He knew that sound without looking, because he used to play baseball with his friends after school every day, back in New Hampshire. Back where it was safe. He pressed the creases hard, harder than he should, his fingertips turning white with the pressure. He heard the sound of running feet on the hard dirt; laughter; cheering. He stood, holding the tin hat, and watched them toss the baseball back and forth, hearing the thwack of the ball against the palms of their hands. His hand instinctively flexed as if he were gripping the ball, and the hat crumpled between his fingers. He balled it up furiously, pounding it between his hands, turning the sharp edges into a uniform roundness. It was almost the same size as a baseball. He threw it against the window as hard as he could, but it just bounced off. One of the kids heard the sound and saw Jerry standing by the window. He yelled, and waved. The other kids with exposed brains looked up and gestured for him to come outside. He stepped back from the window, clutching his tin hat on his head. The sun felt warm on his head as he swung the bat and hit the ball into the dirt beyond the other kids. Without the hat on, it didn't feel like allens were starting to eat his brain. Actually, it felt like they'd just stopped.
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1) What does the exposition tell us in this story?

2) What is the rising action in the story?

3) What decision, resolution, or realization is made?