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From hunger pang to angry fight | English Essay for kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

From hunger pang to angry fight             I only had myself to blame.             The cool air from the full-blast air-conditioner caressed my cheeks as I strolled into the cinema. Finally, I had the opportunity to catch the much-awaited “The Lego Movie” with my mother. A whiff of happiness was in the air as I arrived at the counter to purchase some popcorn. In next to no time, a box of popcorn was in my hands. As cheery as a sunflower, I began sinking my teeth into the sweet popcorn. “Heavenly tasting popcorn,” I said to myself as I popped them in.             At that juncture, a strong force barreled into my body.             Falling onto the ground with a thunderous thud, I groaned in agony. Popcorn was strewn all over. Seething with anger, I got back up on my feet. A boy around my age looked down, his face flushed as a beetroot. “I’m …. I’m sorry for causing you to fall,” he stammered in a squeaky manner very much reminiscent of a mouse. Adrenalin surging my body

An impatient middle-aged lady | Short description | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Description of a middle-aged lady who is always impatient to getting things going             When she passed by, most people would thing of her as a nice and pleasant-looking middle-aged lady. In my mind, however, she is none other than our notoriously impatient neighbour, Mrs Wong. One could always sense her arrival by the unique ‘click-click-click’ sounds made by her gleaming designer high-heeled shoes. With her face as smooth as porcelain and the lustrous silky black hair cascading down her shoulders, Mrs Wong appeared to be a rather good-looking woman. However, as you get to know her better, you would see her in a different light. For instance, try having a simple conversation with Mrs Wong, and you would notice her initially pleasant demeanor transform. Less than five minutes unto the conversation, her face grew grim and she would become tight-lipped. Then with a tone of finality in her voice, she would just end the conversation with a regal wave of her hand and move off hur