Hi everyone! Welcome once again to my blog. Today is school holidays! Yeepee! I would like to share my WP4 darft 3 that I was supposed to send to Mrs Liu for editing. I will show you the non-editted one first and then show you the editted on when Mrs Liu gives it out to all of us.
Here it goes.......
A Day I Was Most Angry
Whenever I
look at the empty stand in the living room, I would always recall that incident
that changed my life…….
Back then, I
was a very dishonest and playful boy. Whenever there was a prank played in
class, I was always the first suspect. One hot and humid night, my brother and
I were playing with Lego. Since my parents had gone out for a wedding dinner,
they had instructed us to do our homework quietly and said they would be back
by ten o’clock and they expected us to be in bed by nine. Being playful, I had
ignored their instructions and played Lego with my brother.
As we were
playing, my brother accidentally pushed a Lego brick under the wooden stand
which displayed our mother’s treasured vase. My mother said it was from the 90s
and was passed down from her grandmother. My brother insisted on crawling under
the wooden stand to get the brick. I tried to advise him not to do so as it was
dangerous but my words fell on deaf ears. I checked my watch. It was already
9:58. My parents would be home any minute now! I scrambled to my bedroom
forgetting about my brother and the stand. When I was preparing the bed, I heard
a loud crash. I immediately rushed out of my room.
What I saw made me jump. The stand had toppled
over and my mother’s treasured vase lay smashed into smithereens. Fortunately,
my brother was safe. He immediately scooted away leaving me to clean up the terrible
mess. I grabbed a broom and was going to sweep up the broken pieces of the vase
when I heard the sound of jingling keys. That was when it hit me. My parents
were back! I quickened my movements but ended up making the floor even messier.
The door swung open and my parents stepped in. My mother gasped in shock after
seeing me next to the broken vase. She immediately flew into a rage.
She pointed
her index finger at me and shouted, “How dare you!” “But I didn’t do it!” I
protested. “Who do you think would believe you!” my mother growled. At that
moment, my blood began to boil. My mind was filled with hatred and angry
thoughts. “It was Jozef!” I pointed at my brother who was hiding in the corner
with that innocent look on his face. It was like my brother was “framing” me. I
was so angry that I couldn’t control myself and pounced on my brother like a
lion ambushing its prey. “Whack” my mother slapped my face and I fell to the
ground, groaning in pain. And with that, she stormed out of the living room and
into the master bedroom. I was so upset that night that I tossed and turned in
my sleep, unable to fall asleep. I finally managed to fall asleep but in my
dreams I imagined strangling my brother. But it was only a dream.
From that day
on, I decided to turn a new leaf and try to be more honest and less playful.
For my mother, she now keeps all her precious stuff in this glass display
cabinet locked up high up in the study room and never lets anyone go in there.
As for my brother, although he wasn’t caught, that incident shook him so hard
that I think he has also turned a new leaf to be more honest too.
