“Ring! Ring!” My alarm clock rang. I woke up with a jolt. Today was a very special day as I was going to Tokyo with my family.
“Run!” Students darted across obstacles as they tried running towards their classroom. Only the unlucky ones remained in his wrath and they kept their heads hung low in fear.
“Quickly! Let’s get to the canteen now. Otherwise, there will be a long queue at the popular chicken rice stall!” John, my best friend, exclaimed, pointing towards the canteen, creases of worry evident on his forehead.
Jane’s tummy rumbled as she eyed the stalls in the canteen as the queues grew and food flew over the counter at a rapid pace.
“It took a miracle, something almost incredible, for us to become best friends,” explained Michael to a group of inquisitive listeners.
The school bell echoed through the hallway, signalling that the Mathematics lesson was about to start.
“Ugh! Why must school end so late? I can’t wait to go home and take a nice, warm shower and watch my favourite show, Spongebob!”
Dear Diary, Guess what?! Today is and will always be the worst day of my life. Here’s what happened. A few days ago…
Every time I visited the school hall, I would fondly recall the moment I stood at the podium and presented my "Good Morning School" (GMS) project for the first time.