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A friend in need on a rainy day | Elijah Wee | Primary Three Essay (for 9 year olds) | Singapore

I will be posting up a couple of the school essays I composed during my Primary Three (9 year old) days at Ngee Ann Primary School. Here's one entitled "A friend in need on a rainy day".



It was raining heavily. Rain poured won in torrents. Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Janet was walking back home from school when the thunderstorm began. She immediately went to take shelter at a bus stop. Janet found that she was not the only one taking shelter at the bus stop. There were several adults, and even Janet’s friend, Anne was there. Janet found a seat beside Anne and sat on it. Janet then talked to Anne, “Hello, Anne.” “Oh, Janet, how nice to see you!” Anne said.

Janet and Anne chatted happily as they waited for the rain to stop. They got to know about each other’s favourite books, interests and more.

At that juncture, a truck appeared. It whizzed past the bus stop, splashing dirty water onto the people at the bus stop. Janet got drenched from head to toe. Her clothes were soaked and her hair was plastered to her forehead.

“Do you want a tissue to wipe yourself?” Anne took a tissue out and handed it to her. Janet thanked Anne profusely before wiping herself.

When the rain stopped, the people at the bus stop left. Janet waved goodbye to Anne. Janet was very happy to have such helpful friends like Anne. She hoped to make more friends like her in the future.

Has anyone helped you before under similar circumstances?

Ta,
Elijah Wee

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