Model A

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I thought, as I saw Jane walk into the restaurant. She hadn’t
changed at all. She was still tall and beautiful, with wavy blond hair and bright green eyes. I smiled and
thought of how my life had changed since we last met.

It had all started when I noticed her at a party. I had followed her to the buffet and started
talking to her about the food. “You seem very interested in food” she laughed. “Well, I’m a great cook,” I
told her. It was a lie (o minciuna), but I had to find an excuse to see her again. “Why don’t I cook you
dinner sometimes?”

The dinner party was extremely embarrassing (stanjenitor). I ordered food from a nearby
restaurant and pretended that I had cooked it. She offered to wash up and found the delivery boxes in
the kitchen. She laughed at me and I felt awful (ingrozitor). Angry with myself, I decided then and there
that I had to learn how to cook.

I never saw Jane after our terrible dinner date. I started a cookery course and found that I was
good at it after all. I went on to train to be a chef. I worked hard and saved up until I was able to open
my own restaurant.

Now she had walked into my restaurant. Feeling as pleased as punch, I pretended I was a waiter
and walked to her table. “Ready to order, madam?” I asked.

Model B

I can’t believe this is happening to me, I said to myself when Jane Harris was coming into the
restaurant. It was a long time since we saw each other, but she didn’t look very different. She is still very
nice and tall.

Some weeks ago I met her at a party. We talked about food, we both liked food and I told her I
was a chef. That was a lie. I wasn’t a chef but I wanted to see her again so I told her to come to my
house for dinner. It was very bad. I couldn’t cook so I ordered take-away and told her I had cooked it.
She believed me. When she went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, she found the empty boxes. She
wasn’t angry, she only laughed at me, but I was shaking like a leaf. I then decided to learn to cook. And
now she’s here. I never thought I would see her again, but I learnt to cook. I was very good. I became a
chef and now I have my own restaurant Escargots. It’s very famous and my speciality is chicken and
apple casserole. I have lots of wealthy customers and I have even won a few awards.

But I never expected to see Jane here. It was a bit of a shock, but now I will cook her the best
meal she ever had.
 No looking back - a model narrative

A It had all started when he had entered a short story competition in his favorite magazine. He
hadn’t thought his story was very good, so he was extremely surprised when it won first prize. The prize
was a holiday in the French countryside.

B John picked up the cardboard box full of his belongings and left his office. He knew, as he
walked away, that he would never return.

C As soon as he returned to England, John started writing a novel (un roman). He worked late
every night for two years, writing page after page. When the book was finished, he sent it to a publisher.
The novel became a best seller, and John became very wealthy. He bought himself a lovely stone house
in France and told his boss that he was leaving the company.

D John emptied the drawers of his desk and put the contents into a large cardboard box. He felt a
little sad to be leaving his office. After all, he had spent eight hours a day here for the last ten years.
Now he was leaving his job, and his country.

E The cottage he had stayed in was very beautiful. It was a small white building with carved
wooden shutters on the windows and a heavy old wooden door with pink roses around it. John loved
the place from the first moment he saw it. He decided that one day, he would buy a house just like this,
and live in France for the rest of his life.