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An Incident in the Cinema (Primary 2 essay for 8 year olds by Elijah Wee, Singapore)


I like watching movies, especially action packed movies - Ironman, Spiderman :-) my favourite ... Did you ever have any incidents at the cinema? Well I had to write about one in the following essay I did when I was in Primary Two ... 

Whenever John visits a cinema, he will always remember an incident.

John was at the cinema watching a movie. While watching the movie, his mobile phone rang. He had forgotten to switch it to silent mode. John picked up his mobile phone. It was his best friend, James. Oblivious that he was in the cinema, John started chatting merrily away. He ignored the fact that he was actually disturbing other patrons. Nevertheless, John ignored the continuous “shh” by the patrons and continued chatting.

Within minutes, a hot-tempered lady stood up and walked towards the entrance.  There she narrated to a security guard what was happening.

The security guard sprang into action.  He asked john to either hang up or to leave the cinema to continue with this conversation.  Embarrassed, John walked out of the cinema.  He had learnt his lesson that day and never did he talk in the cinema ever again.

Do you have any stories to share on similar disturbances in the cinema?

Til later,

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  1. write a longer compo pls i need help with mine

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