Here is a model composition suitable for Primary 4 - "An unlucky day." Below you will find an essay (DRAFT 2) written by one of our students. Our students go through multiple drafts. What you will find in this blogpost is the improved final draft of the composition. Model composition: An unlucky day
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Model composition: An unlucky day
Student: Liao Junyu, P4 (Improved version)
Pictures given: Stormy weather
Model composition: An unlucky day (Primary 4)
Liao Junyu
The sun peeked through the clouds, shooting rays of light and disturbing my beauty sleep. Rubbing my bleary eyes, I woke up. I observed the rays making beautiful patterns on the ceramic tiled floor as slowly the realisation hit me, What time is it?” I mumbled as I scrambled for my alarm clock. My face turned pallid as my eyes made a beeline towards the clock’s face. ”8 am!” I screamed, pulling at the strands of my hair. I set the alarm for 7 a.m. Why did it not wake me? I had a final-year examination! Then, I realised the battery of the alarm clock had run out of power.
I bolted for the bus stop. Everything was going smoothly, but I was prepared for the next moment. A drop of water fell on my head. I was attacked by torrents of rain. An angry mob of clouds was playing bumper car merrily in the sky. The thunder sounded like it was laughing at my unfortunate situation. I can’t go to school like that! I ran back to my house to get my umbrella. The moment I got my umbrella, the sun peeked from the clouds with a golden glow, as if playing a practical joke on me. I threw my hands up in frustration and bolted to the bus stop.To make matters worse, the bus bolted off without me. My last ray of hope left with the bus. I was trying to remain as cool as a cucumber, but panic was eating away at me. Finally, the bus arrived. I boarded the bus. Restless with anxiety, I fidgeted in my seat, as I wanted the bus to move faster. When I finally reached school, the exam was over. With arms akimbo, my teacher stared daggers at me. I felt that it was the unluckiest day of my life. I was down in the dumps.
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