Name: Dania Hassan

Date of Birth: 10/10/2004

Candidate number:

Assignment 2: Descriptive writing

Task: You are in a busy place waiting for a friend who is late. Describe your
surroundings and your thoughts and feelings as you wait.

Waiting

A deep sigh escaped me when I looked down at my phone seeing a text from my
friend telling me that she would be late. I sat down on a rickety wooden bench at the
bus stop and waited for my companion. It’s nothing new and I’ve almost come to start
expecting it now. I did not mind however since our bus would arrive at least a half
hour from now and the day was simply divine.

Across the street a Victorian style mansion stood gallantly and in front of it a luscious
garden; the kind you would hear about in fairy tales. The neatly trimmed shrubs did
not conceal the flourishing flower bed inside. Snowdrops, daffodils and crocuses
beamed and swayed in the cool breeze. Perhaps spring had already sprung. An ancient
cherry tree bore little flower buds on its twisting branches, on which tiny birds
twittered a cheerful tune that the whole world had gone silent to listen to. A quaint
nest nestled between two diverging branches was overflowing with warbling chicks,
their mother soon came to attend to them and carefully placed all the critters she had
caught today in each of their little beaks. Children were outside playing badminton in
the front yard. The faint sounds of their excited squeals and laughter formed a melody
with the light whistle of the wind. It sounded so nostalgic; from a childhood memory
I’d never had.

A sweet smell of a cocktail of flowers floated along to where I was sitting, quickly
ruined by the sickly-sweet smell coming from a woman wearing an atrocious perfume
who just sat next to me, she scowled at her partner who was just about to light a
cigarette. Quickly and begrudgingly, he put it away and I felt grateful to her because I
don’t think my nose would be able to handle it. A young boy stood near a tree close to
where I was sitting grinned widely in his smart clothes presumably delighted that the
school term would be coming to an end. It was a Sunday, so he was probably heading
to the Church. I straightened my back and rested it on the cold support behind me
while looking up at the vast blue sky.

The sky was as beautiful as ever, fluffy white clouds in every shape you could
imagine, and rays of light shone between the large snowy masses in mosaic-like
patterns and shifted each time a puff of air passed. Soon a formation of migrating
birds emerged out of the blue and flew in synchronized patterns performing an air
show of fireworks, diving to the ground and then shooting back up while scattering
and encompassing the horizon. In an instant, they assumed an arrow-like form and
headed towards their home for the season.

My bliss was rudely interrupted by my twenty-minute late friend panting profusely as

she ran up to me, “Pardon me for being late, but it seems you were enjoying yourself
without me anyway” she said as she beamed at me. She was right, it was a lovely

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Name: Dania Hassan
Date of Birth: 10/10/2004
Candidate number:

Sunday morning there’s no way I couldn’t have enjoyed it! Before long, our bus
arrived, and we too embarked towards our destination.

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