When I was a 10 years old girl, I was very cowardly. I remember clearly once of my summer holiday. I hung out with my friends , I was very excited because I got a high mark in the final exam.
In the afternoon, I was very tired then I went home, I lived on the forth floor. When I arrived at the second floor, I heard a big voice from the third floor “ You always get low mark in the test, what do you want to do, if you don’t want to go to school to study, tomorrow you won’t go to school at all. ” I saw a bag drop down in front of me. I was scared but I don’t know why I was so scared until now. Maybe, that man’s voice was rude and he spoke loudly. I fell down and broke my leg and cried “mum mum ”. My mother came there and brought me home. She asked me more than one hour, but I didn’t say a word. After a long time, when I saw that man and made friends with his daughter, then I told my mum why I cried and broke my leg.
That might be a excellent holiday, I got a high mark in the exam and my parent decided took me to another city to visit but I hurt my leg and I couldn’t go anywhere. I was confused about why I was so scared. I particularly remember that holiday.
Ouch!!!
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