Thursday 23 January 2014

THE STORY OF THE KEY CHAIN. DRAFT 1

                THE STORY OF THE KEY CHAIN.    
               
                   Hi! let me introduce about myself. I am something which everyone use to hang on their bag. Do you still don't know me? I am a key chain.Do you know how I look like? I am made of a shiny chain and a pink butterfly shaped base with blue floured pattens on me. I love people who look and smile at me. Let me tell you an interesting story happened in my life.

                         I was made years ago in America.I was placed in a transparent glass box.I was then carried to an enormous ship and was placed in a dark container. I was not able to see anything, but

I had a feeling that I was travelling somewhere.

                                  After the long journey, I suddenly heard some noise and strong light shone on me. I was then taken to a truck. After a long time the truck finally took off. I was taken to a huge ground gift shop. They placed me on a glass shelf. The next day, the shop was opened to the public for viewing and buying.


                                    There were other key chains along with me. Within few minutes, people entered entered the shop. A lot of the      shoppers came to where I was placed and looked at me. However nobody bought me as I was expensive. The sun setted and the moon rise. The door of the shop closed. 
                                      
                                     The next day, the minute the shop was open, a beautiful young girl came with an adult, holding hands. She was me and came to where I was. I thought she will do what the others do. To my surprise, she stretched her hands and took me from the shelf. She went straight to the cashier and gave him some dollar notes.
                   
                                   later, she brought me home. I would have been the happiest person in the whole world. After a few minutes of travailing we reached the destiny. The girl zoomed into a room as if she was zooming the camera. She then quickly hung me in a corner of the room. That was the last day I saw her. The second she left the room she also shut the door and locked it. I was locked in the 'ROOM'!

                                 I am now a free bird. You must be thinking how I become free. This the last part of my story. Years went by. I was hoping someone or I will say anyone to come and open the door! I was very sad and only dist was settled on me. After long period of time finally, the door was opened. The bright light shown on me. Tears of joy was flowing down my cheeks.


                                I was still not seen by the by anyone. Then, an young lady entered the room she looked at the room as if that was the first time she had seen the room. Then, she came to me and looked at me. She immediately took me in her hands and wiped all the dirt away. She did not throw me because it is dirty or old already. She used me again and now I am a free bird.   





Wednesday 8 January 2014

ABOUT MYSELF

                  My name is Athika afreen. I am in class 1E1. I don't  know why I love to play badminton. i put badminton as my first choice and i am in badminton now.  I am very happy to be in this CCA. I and my team will make Chong Boon proud. I love red and blue colour the most. My favourite food is Mee siam.

           Something interesting about me is i want to be happy and make others happy like telling jokes and make funny faces.my friends all love it and there was one day when my best friend, Pooja haridas was crying as she failed her Hindi test. She was very scared that her mother will scold her. As a best friend I made funny faces to make her cool down but she was not still happy. Feeling petty I advised her and I bought her to the concealer and she felt better.

              I felt mush refiled that i could help my best friend.OH YA! I forgot to tell you about my life in my primary school. Honestly it was awesome only after the PSLE Exam. My teacher was very fierce during teaching lesson. She will always ask us to do a stack of worksheet. I really hated her but now i really miss her. I am very happy that I am going back to my primary school.I really expect my sec school to be very fun and good place to study.