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Never be late again! | Primary Four (10 year old) | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here's a piece of work I did up when I was in Primary Four (10 years old) "Never be late again! Primary Four work".

“Never be late again! Understand me?” stern words of Serene’s teacher, Mrs Ann echoed in her mind as she pasted a note to remind herself never to be late ever again. She had learnt a valuable lesson that day. It was a Tuesday morning.

The sun bathed the ground with warmth and sunlight. The streets were bustling with vehicles as parents ferried their children to school before proceeding to the office. Serene’s alarm clock rang incessantly, signaling the start of yet another routine school day. Serene woke up with a jolt. On noticing that it was seven o’clock, Serene’s face turned as pale as death. At that moment, her jaw fell in utter shock. After that, Serene whooshed off to the bathroom as quick as a wink finished her shower. Serene hastily dressed up into her school uniform and tore down the stairs. Her mother, Mrs Gan, who was tapping her foot impatiently onto the ground and waiting for Serene’s arrival, shook her head in disapproval when her deep-set eyes caught sight of her daughter’s unkempt hair.

“Why can’t I ever wake up early for once?” Serene thought as she wolfed her breakfast down. Before bolting for the door, she scooped up her maroon schoolbag and left without bidding goodbye to Mrs Gan. The blazing sun laughed at Serene as she set off from her house. Serene was as sure as death and taxes that she would not make it in time. The image of her being locked out from school sent shivers down her spine. Furthermore, she could not stop thinking about her fierce teacher, Mrs Ann. She would sure to reprimand her.

Ten minutes later, Serene reached her school. To her horror, Mrs Ann was at the gate instead of the usual prefect! Mrs Ann’s face was purple with rage when she saw Serene walking through the gate. “Late again! I thought I had warned you not to be late on several million occasions!” Before long, Serene found herself being whisked off back to her classroom. Serene knew what was going to happen and she braced herself. She waited with a bated breath for a tongue-lashing from Mrs Ann.

Mrs Ann started chiding Serene at the top of her voice. Her voice was so thunderous that it scorched Serene’s eardrums. The giggles from Serene’s classmates hung in the air like melting clouds that were waiting to land on her. When the scolding ended half an hour later, there was pin drop silence before tears began flowing from Serene’s chestnut brown eyes like a broken faucet. At the same time, Serene also mumbled a sincere apology before she was permitted to return to her seat.

That day will forever remain as a black mark in Serene’s life. In fact, till this day, Serene can still remember the incident vividly. After that incident, Serene made a silent vow to never be late again. As the saying goes, ‘once bitten, twice shy’.


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