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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, I bridled vehemently at e boy, apprehension clearly blanched on his face. Frost-biting tension reigned the atmosphere. My chestnut brown eyes widened in sheer annoyance.

            Before I could control my immense rage, I dealt a stinging punch on the boy’s face. The boy reeled, anger engulfing him like a fire-breathing dragon. This whipped us into a frenzy and we began fighting like untamed, vicious animals. The clamourous voices of the crowd were reduced by decibels to nervous murmurs. The only thing that broke the uneasy pin-drop silence was our chaotic din. Unexpectedly, a harsh stentorian voice broke our fight, accompanied by an elegantly dressed middle-aged man. His eyes were steely cold. Standing like alabaster statues, the boy together with me, were frozen stiff with fear. His lips, as thickly drawn together like two picks, were about to open.

            A familiar figure appeared out of nowhere. A terse conversation ensued before the manager stormed off in anger. Turning around, I caught a glimpse of the person’s face.

            It was Mother.

            Mother had apparently noticed this ruckus and had intervened in time. Looking at me, she was just about to launch into a terse lecture when she sighed. In a despondent tone, Mother asked me to follow her back home. Seeing her downcast figure trudging in the direction of the exit, tears of regret meandered down like a flowing river down my cheek.

            I only had myself to blame.
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Elijah Wee, Singapore



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