Sally is a young woman who lives with her family. One morning, she was woken up by her boyfriend’s phone call. It was only six. Her boyfriend’s name is Andrew and he said her to come to the dinner with his new job that night. He also told her to wear a blue skirt she had and hung up. Sally didn’t want to wear the blue skirt but Andrew didn’t listen to her. He always doesn’t listen to Sally.
That day, at work, she talked about it to her coworkers. They thought it was absurd. They told Sally to buy a new skirt whatever color she likes. At lunch break, they went to shopping together and Sally bought a red skirt. On the way back to office, she bought called at a coffee shop and bought a coffee. When she bought a coffee, she bumped into a guy. He was nice. He picked up her bag and apologized.
Later that day, her phone rang. She picked up and said “Hello” and they said “Is this Paul?” Sally said “No” and hung up. Now she has Paul’s phone and Paul has Sally’s phone. They mistakenly picked up the wrong ones when they bumped into each others. They called and decided to meet up and return their phones to each other.
Paul thought Sally was beautiful and Sally thought Paul was nice. After they exchanged their phones, they went to have drinks. Sally didn’t want to meet Andrew anymore so she didn’t go to the dinner. It was Paul’s sister’s birthday that day so they went to the party together.
I like the way Sally ditched Andrew. It was immediate and no hesitation or sorriness at all. At the beginning of the story, she was concerned about her relationship because Andrew always tells her to do whatever he likes her to. He didn’t care Sally’s feeling at all. She wasn’t happy. So I thought it was very good for her to meet Paul. Paul is very nice and respects her feelings and taste. (341 words)
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Essay 2 " My teasure "
I am going to talk about my treasure. I have three people in my family, my mother , younger brother, and me. My father was dead, before I was born. According to my mother, he was very curious "treasure hunter".
One day. I found a diary old coin in drawer of my desk. First, I thought to throw it away. But, I was gradually interested in it. So, I decided to show my mother the coin. She was amazed as soon as she looked at it. I said, “Mom, what’s up” She said, “Unbelievable!! I could see this again!” She was so excited and started to talk. “you know, your father was treasure hunter wasn’t it?” He drowned in Atlantic Ocean. He hunted for the inheritance of Atlantics. But, he died on his way to the research. I was very sad and cried everyday. Weeks later, I got a letter from this friend. There were a letter and coin. The letter said, your father accomplished his task and found very huge remain of Atlantics. So, the coin was very precious treasure.
I was moved to hear the story. Since then, the coin has been my best treasure. Now, it greatly brighten for me. And, I think my father is respectable person. Although he was dead, he exactly got his dream.
Needless to say, the most precious treasure is my father for me.
Of course, this is a fiction I made up. But this story’s father I made up is “my treasure !!”
( 252 words )
One day. I found a diary old coin in drawer of my desk. First, I thought to throw it away. But, I was gradually interested in it. So, I decided to show my mother the coin. She was amazed as soon as she looked at it. I said, “Mom, what’s up” She said, “Unbelievable!! I could see this again!” She was so excited and started to talk. “you know, your father was treasure hunter wasn’t it?” He drowned in Atlantic Ocean. He hunted for the inheritance of Atlantics. But, he died on his way to the research. I was very sad and cried everyday. Weeks later, I got a letter from this friend. There were a letter and coin. The letter said, your father accomplished his task and found very huge remain of Atlantics. So, the coin was very precious treasure.
I was moved to hear the story. Since then, the coin has been my best treasure. Now, it greatly brighten for me. And, I think my father is respectable person. Although he was dead, he exactly got his dream.
Needless to say, the most precious treasure is my father for me.
Of course, this is a fiction I made up. But this story’s father I made up is “my treasure !!”
( 252 words )
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