My Bad Day

When I woke up on Monday, I was very surprised to see the clock has been demonstrated at 6.30. I
quickly got up and shower. After a shower, I eat breakfast, then go to school by public transport. When I
get off of public transportation, I opened the bag to take the money. Immediately I remembered that
today is Monday. Time carried the flag ceremony. Turns out I forgot to put a cap on the bag. Finally, with
confidence, I walked to school.

On arrival at the school, students were already gathered in the field. The ceremony was about to
begin. I too hastily ran to the parade ground and the rear berbalis. When the ceremony begins, the
principal briefed directly challenge school discipline. Suddenly there came a teacher to check the
neatness of his students. And unfortunately, I do not wear hats. Me and my friends who violates the
order of march should be separated from students who do not violate the order.

After the ceremony, the children who violate the order should not leave the field. Because it will be
punished. We were told to clean up the parade ground. We watched one of my teachers. Half an hour
passed, all of a sudden my teacher called us to line up again. It turns out punishment to clean the field
has been completed. We feel relieved. I think this sentence has expired. But our teacher added another
penalty on us. We were told to make the words "I will not repeat this act again" until 100x. And must be
completed at the first break. To my surprise upon hearing those words. In my heart to say that just
because a school cap, I am punished like this.

Fortunately, the first lesson because the teacher did not go empty. I memanfaatkanya to write a
sentence that is given the task of the teacher. Selasai my job right in the recess. Q gather with friends. I
feel relieved. From experience, I always take my hat into the bag.

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When I was child, I had a bad experience. It's when I far with my mother and it was cloudy.

One day, I helped my mother with bought some egg for lunch. I must walked alone because my brother
and my sister were not in my house. I started walked and I passed some houses that quiet. Then, I looked
one of the houses is not locked and I looked some dog slept. I was shocked and scared. Then I ran so fast,
but I stumble because the rock. Then the dog opened their eyes and started bark and pursue me. I was
so shocked and I ran so fast but the dog is faster than me. My shoes was chased by a dog. Then I fell.
'Cause I scared I ran again and climbed the tree. Luckily, the dog can't climbed, so I safe on the tree. Then
I scream, with hope there was people to help me.

Luckily, the dog master came to me. Then the dog was tame if there the master. Then I went down, and
bought some egg for lunch and back to my house.

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Magic Mountain

by Marty

Three…two…one…zero! Ah! That was the sound of people riding on Superman. They screamed as loud
as an air horn. As I looked around in fear, I kept asking, “Is something going to pop out and scare me?”
No.

I waited until it was our turn to ride the roller coaster. I was so scared that I was shaking like I was in the
arctic because the Superman accelerated from zero to one hundred miles per hour in five seconds! As
my family got on the ride, I could see light as we walked through the tunnel.

Now the countdown began. Three…two…one…zero! As we went up, up, up, I was so amazed at how fast
the Superman pinned you back in your seat. Then when the ride was over, we came back down.

I was so happy that I conquered my fear of riding on the Superman. I was so excited that I wanted to
ride the roller coaster twenty more times. So we rode it again. Unfortunately, then it was time to leave.

I couldn’t believe how much fun I had a Magic Mountain. I would never forget that experience.

The Fairgrounds
by Justen

Sniff, sniff, ahhhhhh….. I just love all the legitimate smells at the fair. The fair is fun, and I’m here to have
the best time of my life!

I’m at the Petaluma Fairgrounds for my sixth time. This year I’m with my friend Daniel. I have known him
for seven years. He’s like my second brother.

My first ride I want to go on is The Zipper. The Zipper is one of the best rides at the fair, and it gets you as
dizzy as a spinning top. The first time I went on it, I was nine, and I barfed when I got off.

After some rides, Daniel and I go to get a drink, and it costs four dollars for a large, so we buy a medium
for three dollars. After we finish, our lunch we go on another ride. It is called Tower of Terror. When we
drop, it feels like all of our blood goes up into our head. We get off, and it is about ten o’clock at night.
We are so pooped out. We are exhausted athletes needing a nap, so I call my dad to come pick us up.

After we get home, Daniel calls his mom and asks her if he can spend the night. His mom says yes, and
then I scream, “YES!!!!!!” So that made things a lot better for one of the best days of my life.

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Overcoming My Fear

by Emily
I am not afraid of roller coasters. I used to be, but that was before I took my first trip to Disneyland. I will
never forget that trip. It changed my life.

It all started when my family and I were on our second day at Disneyland. My family and I were walking
by a huge, enormous, gigantic roller coaster called The Thunder Mountain Railroad. It was as tall as the
Empire State building. I was hoping that no one would notice it so we wouldn’t have to go on it, but my
dad spotted it immediately.

I told my dad that I really didn’t want to go on it, but he said that I would never overcome my fear of
roller coasters if I didn’t go on one. I decided that I would try it. Once.

When we got on the ride, I was shaking uncontrollably. The ride started moving, slowly at first, and then
into a cave that was a black hole with fake bats in it. The ride went up ,up, up, and then, suddenly, it
happened. We went down the hill faster than anything. Zooming, racing, flying. Faster and faster. I
smiled. I was actually having fun.

When the ride was over, I wanted to go on it again. I started going on every roller coaster in Disneyland.
After all the other roller coasters, I would always go on The Thunder Mountain Railroad because that ride
will always be my favorite. I have learned that I shouldn’t decide that I don’t like something before I have
tried it. Now, I will go on any roller coaster anyone asks me to. I have overcome my fear of roller coasters.

Big Bruise

by Willow
It was hot, as if the sun was two feet away. The water was ice cold, and we were miserable. We were
swimming in the block of ice, after diving off the boat until…BAM! Someone was hurt, and it was me.
Now, what did I do wrong?!

The day started when my neighbor’s granddaughter, Adrianna, came over. We were miserable with the
heat. In order to fix that problem, we went swimming. I thought the sun was getting closer and closer
by the second because it was so hot. Swimming seemed like the perfect way to beat the heat.

When Adrianna; my sister, Jade; and I got to the pond, the boat was right where we left it the day before.
We took one of two anchors on the boat, turned the boat lengthwise, and jumped off into the ice cold
water. The day before, I had realized that whenever someone jumped off the boat, the boat would shift,
and the people on the boat would wobble. That day, I had jumped off while performing a twist with my
eyes open until the water was close. After a while, Adrianna, caught on, realizing that I was making the
boat rock and wave, and soon we were having races from the water to the boat.

The boat’s deck and seats were by now incredibly wet. Right before one of my fabulous jumps, I slipped,
hit my thigh, was halfway in the water, and hit my shin. I was eaten by the water. I was in agony. After I
was hurt, I swam up as fast as a dog chasing a tennis ball. I sat on the mud, massaging the dent in my
thigh. A few days later, my bruise was several colors.

Now, every time I either go to the pond or go swimming, I remember to be careful. I also remember not
to rush things. I know that it can be dangerous if I am not careful. I have a small darkened scar on my
thigh as a permanent reminder to take care at the pond. Ever since that incident, I haven’t hurt myself
as badly.

Life Changing!

by Brookie
“SMMAACCKK!!!” goes the wooden spoon on my derriere as I scream my lungs out of my mouth.
“JASON!”I yelled. I stare at my devil cousin laughing with his fierce horns and broken pitchfork. Actually,
that broken pitchfork was a broken wooden spoon that my derriere broke when my cousin whooped me
with it. “What was that for?!” I shouted.

It all started when my family visited my uncle, aunt, and cousin in Idaho. My uncle sent me to go spy on
my cousin, Jason, and his girlfriend. So I tiptoed downstairs and overheard them talking about LOVE.
They were talking about other boring stuff, too. However, the weirdest subject was about love.

Right as my cousin was about to plant one on the poor girl, I jumped out and said, “Hey, Cuz, how’s it
going down here? Are you in the mood for L.O.V.E?” As soon as I said that, Jason flung out of his chair,
grabbed a wooden spoon, and chased me around the room for a good thirty seconds. I was running like
a racehorse, but he was sprinting like a cheetah. Finally, he snatched me like a prisoner and plopped a
mean one on me.

My eyes about popped out of my head. As I screamed at the top of my lungs, my uncle flew down the
stairs. “What’s going on down here?” he shouted.

“Jason hit me!” I replied. My uncle grabbed the broken spoon and slapped my cousin with it.

By this time, I was sitting on the couch laughing so hard, I cried. Jason got in so much trouble his
girlfriend had to leave. That was a life-changing trip. I learned a lot, but most importantly, I know to
never bug my cousin again.

Tragic Waters

by Diana uh
HHHOOONNNKKK! The boat was ready to leave the dock. My whole family was ready, and so was I. We
were taking a small cruise to Mazatlan, Mexico. Some of my relatives also joined us for the fun time we
were about to have.

During the cruise, we explored many places, and we even saw families of adorable seals on rocks, and
some were swimming. We also saw enormous rocks, so big they looked like caves as we passed through
them. The view and sights we saw were fascinating to explore…as far as we all knew.

Before our exciting cruise came to an end, my dad decided to go finish up business before we arrived at
the island. Right before my dad could say a syllable, a fast-moving Coast Guard (water police) boat
swished past us. With the big waves it left, our boat tipped like the titanic hitting the iceberg.

“Aaaahhhh!” everyone yelled, and the next thing I knew, I slipped through the railing and splashed into
the blue water. I sank and sank as if it was sucking me in. My dad came running and somehow hung
from his feet trying to get me. First I bobbed up, then I sank again, and then once I bobbed up again, my
dad reached for me and caught my shivering hand. As my heroic father lifted me, I felt overjoyed to have
my soul with me and not lost in the gigantic sea. My lovely mother was very glad to see me after the
horrible accident, and so was I.

The fearful time sure was scary. Every time I’m on a boat, the time I fell overboard comes to mind.
However, ten years have passed, and I think I no longer fear boats. I feel much better now that my fear
has decreased like an old, dead flower. I am very lucky to have survived, thanks to my heroic father.

Car Crash

by T. J.

I was on the verge of death, but death couldn’t catch me. It was 2004, and it was around summer time. I
was four years old. My mom, Jennifer, along with my brother, Kevin; my sister, Jessica; and I were in my
mom’s van. We had just returned from McDonald’s. I had an ice cream cone there. It only took about
three minutes in the car until I was fast asleep.

Suddenly, there was a speeding flash of color, and I was flying through the air like a bird soaring. My
family’s eyes saw everything. There was the sound of glass shattering all over. I was propelled through a
closed window and out of the van. I did not hear my sister screaming. All I heard were my dreams.

I woke up on the road. The thick bloody pavement was as hard as the moon. My head was split open.
The blurry lights made me think it was all a dream. I got up off the ground. The car’s lights scared me. I
started running around screaming. The yell of my mom saying, “TJ,” real loud like an elephant made me
turn around. I ran and ran till I reached her.

My mom called 9-1-1 and then my dad. My dad came quicker than the ambulance. I was finally put into
the ambulance. The neck brace they put on me was uncomfortable. I hated the itchy feeling. It felt like
poison ivy touching me and making me itch all over. My dad came with me to the hospital in the
ambulance. Later my mom met me and my dad at the hospital.

My mom and dad pulled glass out of my face and my back for over three painful hours. I was admitted to
the hospital for all kinds of tests. The doctors admitted me for the night for observation, too. They did
that to make sure I did not have a concussion. I was released the next day with no internal injuries and
no concussion, but only minor abrasions. I was lucky to be alive!

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My Holiday in Bali

When I was 2nd grade of senior high school, my friends and I went to Bali. We were there for three days.
I had many impressive experiences during the vacation. First day, we visited Sanur Beach in the morning.
We saw the beautiful sunrise together. It was a great scenery. Then, we checked in to the hotel. After
prepared our selves, we went to Tanah Lot. We met so many other tourists there.

They were not only domestic but also foreign tourists. Second day, we enjoyed the day on Tanjung Benoa
beach. We played so many water sports such as banana boat, jetsky, speedboat etc. We also went to
Penyu island to see many unique animals. They were turtles, snakes, and sea birds. We were very happy.
In the afternoon, we went to Kuta Beach to see the amazing sunset and enjoyed the beautiful wave. The
last day, we spent our time in Sangeh.

We could enjoy the green and shady forest. There were so many monkies. They were so tame but
sometimes they could be naughty. We could make a close interaction with them. After that, we went to
Sukowati market for shopping. That was my lovely time. I bought some Bali T-Shirt and souvenirs. In the
evening, we had to check out from the hotel. We went back home bringing so many amazing memories
of Bali.

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I have an unforgettable story on smoking. This happened when I was 9 years old. I liked heroes in
cowboy films where the heroes fired shoots while they were smoking.
One day, my friend Ali and I went to our special place –under the bamboo tress near the bank of a river
in a remote place in Asahan. Ali took a packet of cigarettes, which he snatched from his father’s drawers
and I stole half a packet from my father’ pocket. There we enjoyed the cigarettes.

After almost two hours’ smoking I felt headache. I saw Ali’s face turning pale and Ali told me that he saw
the earth moving. In no time Ali collapsed and got fainted. I ran back home quickly and told our parents
and the news spread all over the village. All of a sudden all members of the village came to our favorite
place at the bank of a river and at no time Ali and I were taken to the community medical centre. When
we recovered, our parents got very angry and as a lesson my uncle smacked me on the face and Ali was
hit by his elder brother and it was an awful experience.

Dealing with the police

I have a special experience in dealing with the police. I once visited Medan and stayed in my
colleague’s house. As it was my first visit to the city Johan, my friend, took me to have a sight- seeing
around the city of Medan. Johan drove the car and I sat beside him. I did not know if we had breached
the traffic regulations but the police stopped our car and gave a sign that we had to stop at the side of
the road.
 Johan opened the car window and a tough tall police officer appeared. Johan had to obediently
produce his driving license to respond to the police officer’s order. In a gruffly manner the police officer
withheld the license and was about to give him a ticket to pay the fine blaming that we had crossed the
road when the red light was on. Johan, being accustomed to such a situation in his home city, reach in a
calm manner. He took a Rp. 10.000 bank note from his pocket, went out the car and shook hands with
the police officer. I did not hear the words uttered by Johan but the police officer smiled at him. Johan
returned to the car. The police officer waved his hand and let us proceed to our destination. It appears to
me that such a practice to deal with the police is common in Medan.

My bad experience (Narrative Text 2)

I was never guest before that yesterday is my worst day. Before it, I did my routinity as usual. In
the morning, I woke up at 5.00a.m to pray dawn, or the early morning prayer.

After I’ve done it, I want to cock an omelette for breakfast. When I cooked an omelette, my Dad called
me to help him at the moment. After I helped my Dad, I really surprised see my omelette was sandbar.
Perforcely, I ate that omelette, although it was not delicious.
But it’s okay for the breakfast because I was hungry.

After I got breakfast, I took a bath. After I took a bath, I didn’t realize that my soap fall to the floor and I
walked on it. Suddenly I felt and my leg was broken.And then I walked to my badroom. After I wear
clothes, I took a rest as just lying down to bed. I can’t walk well, so I asked my sister to buy me a
medicine for my leg. Unfortunately, my money was lost. I felt so hungry at that time, but I aso can’t walk
well, so I decided to make noodles. But after I reach my kitchen, there are no noodle at there. There ara
only egg , but I lazy to cook an omelette again remembered that my previous omelette is sandbar.

I felt hungry at that time, but there is no food. Then I found a meatball on the plate, I’m so happy found
it, but after I ate the meatball, it stale.

I don’t know why this day is so bad for me. I call my friend to come to my house, but my friend said that
she was doing a homework. I almost forget that I have a homework, but I did’nt did it yet. After I did my
homework, I went to my bedroom to took a rest. I don’t know what I’ve to do.

Finally, I arrest the hurt and crying all day.

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