Tuesday, July 24, 2012
What can you learn from this extract of Zhi Qing's writing?
Unexpectedly, the lady walked towards me. Dressed in the finest fabric I had ever seen, she greeted me politely. She also introduced herself as Cindy. Cindy explained that Mum was ill and wanted me to follow her. Since I was drenched in sweat from head to toe, I might as well follow her. Without a second thought or a hesitation, I decided to follow her.
Introduction by Ivan
I always hate my mother for fetching me home from school. It was so embarrassing. My classmates would always laugh at me when they saw my mother fetching me home. At home, I would always ask her why she had to fetch me home from school but she would not answer me. She would just avoid answering the question by asking me what happened at school.
One day, while I was waiting for my mother at the school gate after my remedial class, my classmates passed by me and started laughing at me.
"How rude of them!" I said to myself giving them a distasteful look.
"I wish that my mother would let me go home by myself," I said to myself, hoping that my wish would come true.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Choosing to do what is right by Natalie M.
"What a tiring day?" I sighed, trudging my way to the school gate after my remedial class. I craned my neck to look for my mother among the crowd of students. I did not see her so I waited for her patiently. After ten minutes, she still did not show up. I got impatient as all the other students had gone home. I heard footsteps approaching and I wished they were my mother's. Instead of my mother, I saw an elegant lady.
The elegant lady, whom I found out was Mrs Tay later on, walked towards me.
"Hey, Boy. Your mother cannot fetch you today. She is having a fever. I will take you home, darling," she told me with a sweet smile.
It was awkward that she called me 'Boy' instead of my name. She might be a kidnapper! Or she wanted to do something bad to me! But how could such an elegant lady be a kidnapper?
"Hey, we can stop by 7-eleven? I will buy you anything you want," she exclaimed, her smile widened.
Unable to resist my temptation to follow her, I took a step towards her. "Don't believe in strangers for any reason," my mother's voice echoed in my mind.
"No, thanks, Ma'am. I will wait for my mother," I replied, almost mumbling to myself.
Mrs Tay's smile faded. "Don't be scared. I meant no harm to you," she tried to convince me.
I refused with a polite smile. Where was the security guard? Mrs Tay's eyes were a combination of black and brown. They bulged out, almost popping out. On seeing them, a shiver went down my spine. I swivelled my head to look for anybody. But I could see nobody. I tried to keep my composure and not to freak out.
Mrs Tay took me by the hand and dragged me to get out of the school. With all my strength, I tried to get her hands off mine. Her intimidating actions could not be condoned!
"Help!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
Mrs Tay let go off my hand and took to her heels. I felt a great load lifted up my heart when she was out of my sight. I wanted to run as fast as a cheetah towards the General Office. But before I could do that, I heard my mother's voice, "Steve, sorry I am late. I could not find my ez-link card," she apologized.
"Mom!!!" I ran towards her and gave her a big hug. She must be taken aback by my sudden display of affection. When was the last time I hugged her?
I told her the whole story and she praised me. The next day, I read the newspaper and found out that Mrs Tay was arrested. She was found having dozens of kidnapped kids in her house.
"Huh," I breathed a sigh of relief.
This incident taught me much. I learnt not to trust strangers and to choose to do what is right. I also knew that choosing to do what is right is harder than it seems. I should even thank Mrs Tay for teaching me of how to be more careful.
The elegant lady, whom I found out was Mrs Tay later on, walked towards me.
"Hey, Boy. Your mother cannot fetch you today. She is having a fever. I will take you home, darling," she told me with a sweet smile.
It was awkward that she called me 'Boy' instead of my name. She might be a kidnapper! Or she wanted to do something bad to me! But how could such an elegant lady be a kidnapper?
"Hey, we can stop by 7-eleven? I will buy you anything you want," she exclaimed, her smile widened.
Unable to resist my temptation to follow her, I took a step towards her. "Don't believe in strangers for any reason," my mother's voice echoed in my mind.
"No, thanks, Ma'am. I will wait for my mother," I replied, almost mumbling to myself.
Mrs Tay's smile faded. "Don't be scared. I meant no harm to you," she tried to convince me.
I refused with a polite smile. Where was the security guard? Mrs Tay's eyes were a combination of black and brown. They bulged out, almost popping out. On seeing them, a shiver went down my spine. I swivelled my head to look for anybody. But I could see nobody. I tried to keep my composure and not to freak out.
Mrs Tay took me by the hand and dragged me to get out of the school. With all my strength, I tried to get her hands off mine. Her intimidating actions could not be condoned!
"Help!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
Mrs Tay let go off my hand and took to her heels. I felt a great load lifted up my heart when she was out of my sight. I wanted to run as fast as a cheetah towards the General Office. But before I could do that, I heard my mother's voice, "Steve, sorry I am late. I could not find my ez-link card," she apologized.
"Mom!!!" I ran towards her and gave her a big hug. She must be taken aback by my sudden display of affection. When was the last time I hugged her?
I told her the whole story and she praised me. The next day, I read the newspaper and found out that Mrs Tay was arrested. She was found having dozens of kidnapped kids in her house.
"Huh," I breathed a sigh of relief.
This incident taught me much. I learnt not to trust strangers and to choose to do what is right. I also knew that choosing to do what is right is harder than it seems. I should even thank Mrs Tay for teaching me of how to be more careful.
Untitled by Sherlene
“The first remedial class is so boring…” I muttered. I was waiting for my mother to take me home. After ten minutes, she was not at the front gate yet. “Why is she taking so long? I hope that she is not waiting at the backgate!” I murmured.
“Hello, Jane,” a lady said, with a big smile.
I swivelled my neck. “Who are you? I do not know you,” I replied.
“I am your mother’s friend. Your mother is ill and she has instructed me to take you home. So, please follow me,” the lady replied.
I was immersed in my own thoughts. “Is she a kidnapper? She wants to kidnap me just because I am a rich girl? But what if my mother is really sick? Anyway, when I saw her this morning, she was perfectly fine.”
Without hesitation, I ran back to the canteen toilet. In the toilet, I took out my phone and called her.
“Hello? Mother! Are you ill? Someone said that you are ill!” I blurted in a breath.
“No, I am not sick. Just wait for me at the front gate. Do not talk to that stranger,” she advised firmly.
I walked back to the front gate.
“Hello, my mother is not sick at all so I will not follow you!” I glared at the stranger.
“Seriously, your mother is ill and she is now waiting for you at home!” she shouted whilst forcing me to go with her.
I was unwillingly to go with her. She held my hand tightly in a vice-like grip. I prised her fringers off my hand.
“Stop doing that!” the lady shouted.
I tried to keep my composure. A few seconds, an idea flashed through my brain. I stepped on her foot.
“Ouch!” She let go of my hand. At that time, I saw my mother, coughing and sneezing away. She trudged on.
“Mother!” I shouted. “She is the stranger that I was talking about on the phone!”
She walked towards the lady. “I told you that you do not need to pick up my daughter. I am not that seriously ill."
I became crimson red. “Sorry. I should not have stepped on your foot if I knew that you are my mother’s friend," I said, embarrassed.
“It is okay,” she replied. My silly smile started to spread all over my face.
Whenever my mother is not free to fetch me, this lady, Aunt Wong, will come and fetch me. And I would not need to worry about being kidnapped since I already knew that Aunt Wong was my mother's trusty secretary from the incident.
“Hello, Jane,” a lady said, with a big smile.
I swivelled my neck. “Who are you? I do not know you,” I replied.
“I am your mother’s friend. Your mother is ill and she has instructed me to take you home. So, please follow me,” the lady replied.
I was immersed in my own thoughts. “Is she a kidnapper? She wants to kidnap me just because I am a rich girl? But what if my mother is really sick? Anyway, when I saw her this morning, she was perfectly fine.”
Without hesitation, I ran back to the canteen toilet. In the toilet, I took out my phone and called her.
“Hello? Mother! Are you ill? Someone said that you are ill!” I blurted in a breath.
“No, I am not sick. Just wait for me at the front gate. Do not talk to that stranger,” she advised firmly.
I walked back to the front gate.
“Hello, my mother is not sick at all so I will not follow you!” I glared at the stranger.
“Seriously, your mother is ill and she is now waiting for you at home!” she shouted whilst forcing me to go with her.
I was unwillingly to go with her. She held my hand tightly in a vice-like grip. I prised her fringers off my hand.
“Stop doing that!” the lady shouted.
I tried to keep my composure. A few seconds, an idea flashed through my brain. I stepped on her foot.
“Ouch!” She let go of my hand. At that time, I saw my mother, coughing and sneezing away. She trudged on.
“Mother!” I shouted. “She is the stranger that I was talking about on the phone!”
She walked towards the lady. “I told you that you do not need to pick up my daughter. I am not that seriously ill."
I became crimson red. “Sorry. I should not have stepped on your foot if I knew that you are my mother’s friend," I said, embarrassed.
“It is okay,” she replied. My silly smile started to spread all over my face.
Whenever my mother is not free to fetch me, this lady, Aunt Wong, will come and fetch me. And I would not need to worry about being kidnapped since I already knew that Aunt Wong was my mother's trusty secretary from the incident.
Aunt Maggie by Isaiah
I trudged on towards the school gate. What a tiring day it was! I planted my backside onto one of the benches at the gate. As I waited for my mother, I tried to remember what I learned during the remedial class.
"Ten minutes," I groaned. I was getting impatient. What was taking my mother so long?
A lady walked up to me. "I am your aunt, Aunt Maggie," she introduced herself.
I was not sure about that woman. Was she really my aunt? I did not know. I never really got to know all my relatives other than my parents and grandparents. My father passed away in a plane crash when I was still a baby.
"I know you don't believe me but it's true. Your mother is ill and she has instructed me to take you to her," Aunt Maggie tried to convince me.
I stood up hesitantly and followed the lady. She led me into her car. It was a brand new red Honda Stream. Just as I was about to buckle my seatbelts, I whipped out my phone and called my mother.
"Benny?" my mother asked, "Where are you? I am at the school gate waiting for you!"
I was shocked. I looked out of the window and saw my mother's worried face. This Aunt Maggie was a kidnapper!
"I am in the red Honda Stream!" I yelled into the phone, waving frantically from the car.
"Well, well, well," said Aunt Maggie. An evil-looking grin formed on her face. She grabbed my phone, slipped it into her pocket and locked the car doors.
Meanwhile, my mother told the security guard that I was kidnapped and they both rushed towards the Aunt Maggie's car.
On seeing my mother and the security guard via the rear-view mirror chasing us, Aunt Maggie immediately slammed on the accelerator and drove off. She knocked me in the head with one of her shoes and I fainted.
"Ou...ch" I moaned in pain. I could roughly remember what happened but my mind was all messed up, my head throbbing in pain.
"Hello, Benny," Aunt Maggie greeted me.
"Where am I? Let me go! My mother is coming to get you!" I yelled, putting up a brave front but on the inside, I was absolutely frightened.
"Silly little boy, this isn't a fairy tale where good guys always win," laughed Aunt Maggie maliciously. She walked out of her car, looking rather pleased with herself and locked the door behind her. After she left, I started kicking the door like a maniac. I reached into my pockets for my phone. I forgot! Aunt Maggie took it away.
As time went by, my hope of ever being rescued faded away.
Just as I was about to give up, I heard two familiar voices. They were yelling. Of course! The voices were my mother's and the security guard's!
The strong security guard kept kicking the door until it gave way. By the time he succeeded, he was panting like a dog.
I was saved! I ran towards my mother and hugged her. If I did not call my mother to make sure Aunt Maggie was a relative, I would have never been rescued.
Aunt Maggie returned. She was totally shocked to see my rescuers. The terrified woman ran for her dear life like there was no tomorrow but the security guard caught her and pinned her down. The security guard checked her pockets in case there was anything in them and found my handphone. I was so scared that I forgot all about that thing. I dialed for the police and we waited.
Eight minutes later, the police arrived and arrested Aunt Maggie. I thanked the security guard and my mother for saving me.
"Thank you, Mister!" I thanked the security guard.
"You're welcome. Don't do it again though!" he joked.
The three of us took a bus back to school and the security guard resumed his duty at the guard post as my mother and I walked home together like we were supposed to hours ago.
"Sorry I've caused so much trouble," I apologised.
"It's okay Benny," my mother smiled. "It wasn't your fault. I was late to pick you up."
What a great mother and security guard or should I say father I have. They even chased the car on foot! My mother and the security guard eventually got married. I did not mind as he was a very nice guy and I was more than happy to have a father like that. Come to think of it, Aunt Maggie the crook had incidentally become their matchmaker!
"Ten minutes," I groaned. I was getting impatient. What was taking my mother so long?
A lady walked up to me. "I am your aunt, Aunt Maggie," she introduced herself.
I was not sure about that woman. Was she really my aunt? I did not know. I never really got to know all my relatives other than my parents and grandparents. My father passed away in a plane crash when I was still a baby.
"I know you don't believe me but it's true. Your mother is ill and she has instructed me to take you to her," Aunt Maggie tried to convince me.
I stood up hesitantly and followed the lady. She led me into her car. It was a brand new red Honda Stream. Just as I was about to buckle my seatbelts, I whipped out my phone and called my mother.
"Benny?" my mother asked, "Where are you? I am at the school gate waiting for you!"
I was shocked. I looked out of the window and saw my mother's worried face. This Aunt Maggie was a kidnapper!
"I am in the red Honda Stream!" I yelled into the phone, waving frantically from the car.
"Well, well, well," said Aunt Maggie. An evil-looking grin formed on her face. She grabbed my phone, slipped it into her pocket and locked the car doors.
Meanwhile, my mother told the security guard that I was kidnapped and they both rushed towards the Aunt Maggie's car.
On seeing my mother and the security guard via the rear-view mirror chasing us, Aunt Maggie immediately slammed on the accelerator and drove off. She knocked me in the head with one of her shoes and I fainted.
"Ou...ch" I moaned in pain. I could roughly remember what happened but my mind was all messed up, my head throbbing in pain.
"Hello, Benny," Aunt Maggie greeted me.
"Where am I? Let me go! My mother is coming to get you!" I yelled, putting up a brave front but on the inside, I was absolutely frightened.
"Silly little boy, this isn't a fairy tale where good guys always win," laughed Aunt Maggie maliciously. She walked out of her car, looking rather pleased with herself and locked the door behind her. After she left, I started kicking the door like a maniac. I reached into my pockets for my phone. I forgot! Aunt Maggie took it away.
As time went by, my hope of ever being rescued faded away.
Just as I was about to give up, I heard two familiar voices. They were yelling. Of course! The voices were my mother's and the security guard's!
The strong security guard kept kicking the door until it gave way. By the time he succeeded, he was panting like a dog.
I was saved! I ran towards my mother and hugged her. If I did not call my mother to make sure Aunt Maggie was a relative, I would have never been rescued.
Aunt Maggie returned. She was totally shocked to see my rescuers. The terrified woman ran for her dear life like there was no tomorrow but the security guard caught her and pinned her down. The security guard checked her pockets in case there was anything in them and found my handphone. I was so scared that I forgot all about that thing. I dialed for the police and we waited.
Eight minutes later, the police arrived and arrested Aunt Maggie. I thanked the security guard and my mother for saving me.
"Thank you, Mister!" I thanked the security guard.
"You're welcome. Don't do it again though!" he joked.
The three of us took a bus back to school and the security guard resumed his duty at the guard post as my mother and I walked home together like we were supposed to hours ago.
"Sorry I've caused so much trouble," I apologised.
"It's okay Benny," my mother smiled. "It wasn't your fault. I was late to pick you up."
What a great mother and security guard or should I say father I have. They even chased the car on foot! My mother and the security guard eventually got married. I did not mind as he was a very nice guy and I was more than happy to have a father like that. Come to think of it, Aunt Maggie the crook had incidentally become their matchmaker!
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