NARRATIVE ESSAY Question : Write your story beginning with " My heart beat frantically as I made my way to the

principals office " My heart beat frantically as I made my way to the principal's office . My mind could not figure out what would be the possible consequences and punishment from the principal.I am guilty and there is no way the principal can forgive me.I told myself. I felt like I was going to be given a very stern punishment.Then I tried to figure out why I was in this mess.

It story started when my mom gave birth to a new baby boy in our family . I was in cloud nine that day as my father told me that I have a new brother . " Wohoo ! " I shouted. I put the phone back to its original place after Ispoke to my dad. I was not really myself that day . I shook hands with all the students in my classroom.I could see they were starring at me with strange faces.Most of my classmates were baffled initially until I told them about this new brother.Then slowly one by one stood up and congratulated me.So I told them I would persuade my dad to throw a small party over the weekend to celebrate this occasion.Everyone was looking forward to this occasion.In my classroom,I was commonly known as a quiet and shy boy.I didnt talk too much unless someone asked me to. But today, after that good news,I completely change myself.I was just like a character of a "wood-pecker" as I made a lot of annoying noises in the class . Kring ! Kring !.The bell rang and it was time to go home. I quickly packed all my stuff into my school bag and ran towards the main gate with a fantastic speed . I could not wait to get home to meet my newborn brother . After five minutes,I felt bored. I walked around the school compund . While walking, I could see something that caught my eyes.I picked up five bottles of wood-sprayer in various colour which are commonly used by PMR students for their Life Skill''s carpenting projects.Then,I ran to a new building at a compound nearby.The building was almost completed and most of the classrooms were already used. There was another one room left and the school management wasnt sure of what should be done to that empty room . Without hesitation, Spurshhhhhhh ... ! I started spraying at the main door.It reads, Welcome to the world of Arts "with a combination of two vivid colours in graffity style. It looked catchy as the backround of the door was lily-white . After I had sprayed the main door , then I started to spray the room's wall.It reads, This place is only for talented ones.The colour matched the wall and it was done beautifully.Out of the blue,I heard some clear footsteps.I could guess that footsteps must be owned by a big size person. My hair stood up and I could feel my hearts drumbeat. The happiness and excitement that I had just now vanished in no time.The steps were coming closer.I slowly sneaked out to identify who was the owner of the footsteps. . Oh gosh! All I could see was a grumpy tall man cladded with black suit.It was my principal! I tried to find a way out but it was useless.I boosted my mind as the footsteps became nearer.Aha! then an idea struck my mind. When the door opened, I dashed out.He grabbed my school shirt to stop me from

running away and I quickly closed his eyes with my palms wishing that he couldnt see me. I was really panicked and my body was trembling.Without hesitation, I pushed him strongly and he fell down.I ran as fast as a lightning and luckily my dad was in the car waiting for me.I then realized my name tag fell somewhere.No more thinking,I jumped into dads car. The next day I went to school as usual and pretended nothing had happenend.Like the usual shy boy that do not talk or entertain to anyone unless someone wanted to say hello, I sat at my place besides Mahaddi,my close friend.I quickly grabbed the assignment on English literature given by Sir Rosdi.I knew that Sir Rosdi was watching me very closely and he suspected that I had a problem to settle.My heart beat faster when my name was called out through the paging system. Attention to Fahmi Azan from 5 Amanah, please report immediately to the principals room right now! That was the hoarse voice that I heard before. My blood started to flow faster and I could feel the andrenaline flowing..All the eyes were straight on me including Sir Rosdi. They were wandering why the principal was making the announcement himself. .I quickly walked to the principals office .As I arrived there I knocked the door politely. Come in! .Gulp ! Only God knows how I felt right now. I slowly opened the door and entered the room.The room was so cool as cool as my body. Please have a sit.My principal quipped.After being interoggated for almost half an hour,I felt so calm.I listened attentively and nodded.He told me that he was attracted to my arts and proposed the room that I sprayed being made The school arts room.What a surprise! I smiled and thanked him. He also proposed an Arts club and appointed me as the president of the club.I hugged him tightly.He was so shocked but happy with my reactions. I shook his hands and thanked him for his kindness.I never expect this dramatic event took a 360 degree turn.It wasnt a mess as I thought initially..

PM 2007-ETHAN(KIM) WAS NERVOUS WHEN THE DOOR OPENED... Ethan was nervous when the door opened. He thought it was that old landlord asking for rent again. He hadnt got any money so he stopped strumming his guitar and stayed silent for a while. Fortunately it was just his friend, Jake who came bolting in. Jake was breathing quite heavily when he came in to Ethans living room as if he had run a mile to come to his house. He stared at Ethan with his piercing blue eyes. Ethan was sitting on a sofa with his hands on his precious guitar. Suddenly, Jake blurted out Is it that hard to open the front door?!...I mean come on , you just have to take like three steps to get there. Ethan replied promptly Im busy. while gesturing towards his guitar. Ermm...By the way, how dit you get here?. He cant help but wonder how did his friend got into his house. Well, your backdoor was open. said Jake casually. Ethan made a mental note to lock the backdoor. He didnt want any intruders to come in. Jake grabbed a stool nearby and sat facing Ethan with a rather serious expression on his face. Jake put his hands together .Did you hear about Lizzie? asked Jake out of the blue. Shes getting married today. he continued. Lizzie. The name echoed through Ethans head. She is getting married. Today. Everything was so surreal. Lizzie, his best friend whom he forever have a huge crush on and had lost contact for nearly four years had suddenly showed up once more. Owh, almost forgot...Heres the invitation card. said Jake, while searching his pocket. Ethan took the card with his rather trembling hands. Lizzie asked me to give it to you a few days ago but I forgot about it. said Jake while running his hand through his jet black hair. Jake mumbled something about running late to his workplace. Unfortunately, Ethan did not hear a word of what Jake had just said. He was engrossed in reading the glittering wedding card. The event will start in the afternoon but where? He flipped the card in his hands several times, trying to find a slight hint. He looked up and was about to ask Jake , but he was nowhere to be seen. Ethan put the card on a coffee table nearby and stood up to check the backdoor. Sure enough, it was ajar. He locked it. On his way to the living room, he saw a glimpse of his own reflection in a large mirror down the hallway. He walked towards it and looked at himself. There he was, a twenty five year-old guy. Tall and gangly. He was so thin that he may topple if a gust of wind blows by. Oh well, as long as he got his good looks nothing else would matter. Except for Lizzie. His thoughts strayed towards Lizzie once again. They practically knew each other since they were kids and throughout high school. Plus, they were neighbours so they would always hang out to their favourite ice cream parlour with Jake on weekends. The trios would sit on the same park bench and talking for hours and hours about their days were like. They all went to their separate ways after graduated from University of Minnesota. It was a sad experience. All of a sudden, Ethans eyes hurt by a ray of light. He put a hand over his eyes and looked around. His eyes fell on the card which he left on the coffee table. It reflected the sunlight which was coming from a window near it. He took the card and read it again but this time, more slowly. He stopped reading. He felt like wanting to laugh out loud on his own stupidity for not seeing it before. The place of

the event was stated clearly at the bottom of the card. He looked at his wristwatch, and said Well, it wont hurt to visit a friend . It did not took long for him to reached Lizzies house. He parked his car at the driveway. As soon as he stepped out of his car, he could feel people started to give him curious looks. He felt uncomfortable and looked down. He only wore a black T-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. He looked around and saw that everyone wore glittering dresses and tuxedos, looking at their best. Ethan acted cool and walked with his head held high towards the backyard. There, a huge white tent was set up. Without hesitation, he walked straight towards the entrance door. He took a seat in the far corner and looked around. The place was decorated with vines and white roses. After all, Lizzie is a nature-lover. He smiled while thinking of the things Lizzie told him when they were in middle school. She had once described of her dream wedding would be like and it turns out that her dream came true. He could hear footsteps coming closer and closer. Sure enough, the room was slowly filled with the invited guests. As soon as the melodious wedding song had been played, everyone turned their heads towards the door and so did Ethan. It was as if all the air had sucked out of his lungs. He couldnt believe his eyes. There she was, looking more beautiful than ever in her white flowing dress. She walked so serenely towards the aisle. Although she was wearing a veil which covered most of her face, he could tell that she was not smiling. Instead, she looked quite sad which puzzled him a bit. Suddenly, she raised her head and met his eyes. Time stops. Unfortunately, it only lasted for a few seconds. As soon as Lizzie stood beside the bridegroom who is several years her senior, Ethans mind had gone haywire. He knew that they would up saying those I dos . He couldnt stand the pressure anymore. He need to get out of the place. It will be now or never. He stood up. He pushed his way through the many people while avoiding their stares. After he got out into the bright sun again, he heard a commotion started to issue from inside of the tent. He did not look back until he heard running footsteps coming from behind him. It was Lizzie. She looked at him with her soothing brown eyes. Tears started to flow down her puffy cheeks. She was going to say something to him. Then, the words came out of her mouth. Ive been waiting for you this whole time. That was it. Ethan was downright happy to hear that. He felt like wanting to punch his fists into the air. Before he could do anything, people started to come out of the tent including the bridegroom. Ethan offered his hand to Lizzie. She took it straight away. Both of them ran out of the backyard as fast as their feet could carry them. In the distant, he could hear people desperately calling for them to turn around and come back. He could only managed a smile. He knew he had made the right choice to be with her.

SPM 2011 long essay: "...They looked at each other and smiled meaningfully." I wrote this for the long essay during my public exams, SPM. I hope it is alright. :) "...They looked at each other and smiled meaningfully." I remember the time when Mum and Dad was still happy together. My family was fine. My parents sometimes do fight, but recently, the fights became all too often. I remember the day when I saw Mum crying... It was a Saturday morning when it all happen. I was sleeping in. On Saturdays, I would sleep til 10, wakes up by then, take a big bowl and filled in with my favourite cereal, Honey Stars and catch my favourite cartoons on TV. I remember one particular Saturday morning, I was still sleeping soundly. I remember waking u to the sun rays shining through the blinds of the curtains. The sun shone onto my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and stretched. I gave a big yawn. Suddenly, I heard Mum and Dad arguing on the first landing. They were shouting very loudly. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard. I tiptoed towards my bedroom door. I was lucky that my bedroom door left a small gap for me to peek through. I peeked through and was shocked to see Mum crying on the floor. I was very scared by the sight of Mum crying. Since that day, the fights increased. And that was not the last time I saw Mum crying. I hoped Mum and Dad will apologize and be good to each other again. Many times I saw or heard Mum and Dad arguing. Always it ended with Mum crying and Dad shouting at the top of his lungs. Dad would sometimes also scold me or beat me really hard when he is really mad. Sometimes, I don't know why does he do that. I didn't do anything wrong. But at other times, Dad can be very nice to me. One day, Dad brought me out for ice cream. Dad drove me down town to the ice cream parlour for my favourite strawberry sundae. On the way back home, dad told me, "Lily, I am going to move away..." I stared at him while he concentrated to drive. "You are leaving me and Mummy?" I asked. "No, I'm not leaving you, I just wanna get away from Mummy, and I want you to follow me..." I suddenly felt worried. "Daddy, are you and Mummy going to have a divorce?" I asked cautiously. "Yes, Lily. And I want you to follow me..." he replied. "No, I don't want..." There was an awkward silence in the air. I hung my head low. Dad kept quiet. I cried silently throughout the whole journey back home. One day, I was near Mum's study. I accidentally kicked my ball onto Mum's study table and a bunch of papers fell onto the floor. I bend down and picked them up. An envelope caught my eye. The envelope had Mum's medical centre logo stamped on with her name on. I was curious and decided to opened it. It was a long letter from Mum's doctor. I tried reading the letter but the words was very hard for my eight year old mind. But one word caught my attention. 'Brain tumor'. Then suddenly, it struck me. Mum had brain tumor. I quickly put the letter in and ran straight to my room. I closed the door behind me. I ran up to my bed and pulled the covers above my head and cried. I prayed Mum would get well soon. Later on, Mum decided to agree on the divorce, on one condition. That Dad carried Mum out from their bedroom to the living room every morning for a month, to signify that Dad carried her out from her marriage, like how Dad carried Mum into the marriage. Dad said it was a ridiculous but eventually

agreed to it. So the first morning, Dad carried Mum. They looked so funny, Dad carrying Mum. I squealed in delight when Dad lifted Mum up. Dad was so clumsy when he carried Mum. The nearly broke the antique vase in the living room. They looked awkward like that. I watched them everyday. Day by day, Dad could carry Mum with ease. They don't look so awkward doing so. But as days passes, Mum look skinnier and more fragile. I wonder does that noticed that. During the last week of the month, I asked Dad, "Daddy, do you love me?" He ruffled my hair and replied, "Yes dear, of course I do..." I smiled widely, "Then, do you love Mummy?" I saw his brows were knitted together in frustration, "Yes, I do love your Mummy..." I grinned even wider, "That means that, you and Mummy aren't going to have the divorce?" Dad bend down to look at me, "No Lily...we are still going through the divorce..." "Why?!" I asked. I suddenly started crying. "Why do you still want to hurt Mummy, even when she is so sick? Why Daddy, why!"I couldn't contain my tears any longer and started with large sobs. Dad's eyes changed from frustration to anxiety. He held my shoulders firmly and asked, "Lily, what are you saying? Mummy is sick? How do you know? Lily, tell me!" I could see from his face that he was very scared. "I, I accidentally read Mummy's letter, from the doctor. In the letter, it said, th...that Mummy has brain tumour..." Once Daddy understood my words, he took out his cellphone and dialed a number. "Lauren, I'm not going through the divorce. Yes, I'm sure with my decision. No, I've changed. Never call this number again." and he hung up. Dad carried me up to Mum's bedroom. In her bedroom, Mum was on her bed. She looked so fragile, so weak. Her face had that sunken look. She gave a small smile when we came into her room. Dad put me down beside her bed. "Is it true? That, you are sick?" Dad asked. I saw tears in Mum's eyes. She held onto Dad's hand, "I'm so sorry for not telling you...I didn't want you both to get worried..." Dad wiped her tears off her eyes and kissed her on the forehead. I smiled to myself. Dad and Mum are being good to each other again. I turned to look at both of them. They looked at each other and smiled meaningfully. TheEnd

Write a story starting with: The widow had to work hard to bring up her little son alone... The widow had to work hard to bring up her little son alone. This was after her husbands early death. She and her son lived in a wooden house. It was a small house with only one bedroom and a kitchen. Mariam wanted Sam to study hard to get good result. So she would not let Sam help her do any household chores or wash his own clothes. The years flew by. Sam sat for his SPM examination and pass with flying colours. His mother was very happy. She went round telling her friends, My Sam will be leaving for the city to study in a college. He will become a Manager one day. Ill move to live with him in the city. Then, my struggle is worth it. So Mariam continued to work hard to send money to Sam who was studying a business degree. For Mariam, it was a tough life. Meanwhile, Sam kept on phoning home to ask for more money. Mariam even had to borrow from her neighbours and friends to send her son the money. Three years Sam stopped calling home. He did not even let his mother where he was. When she phoned the faculty, they told her that he had graduated and left for job. However, they could not her more. Mariam was baffled. Where was Sam? She was so sure he would come back and fetch her for city. So, she started to pack some of her bags and boxes. Three months later, there was still no news or call from Sam. One day, Mariams niece, Kate, came to talk to her about Sam. She told her aunt, Auntie, a friend of mine met Sam in a bank. Hes the branch manager. This is his address. Early in the morning, Mariam took the first bus to the city. At the bus station, she took a taxi and showed the taxi driver the bank address. On the way there, she told the driver about Sam and what a filial son he was. The driver stopped his taxi in front of a tall building. She got out of the taxi and smiled at him happily. This was the moment she was going to meet Sam. She imagined him showing surprise and delight at meeting his mother. Inside the building, a security guard asked her who she was looking for. She told the guard Sams name. The bank staff saw an old lady holding a worn-out handbag. They were wondering, Who is this woman? Why is she asking for our manager? Meanwhile, Sam pretended he did not know his mother. Feeling disgusted and ashamed, he asked the security guard to ask her to leave. Mariam was shocked to hear that! She looked Sam in a disappointed feeling ever, and ran out of the bank. Back in her house, Mariam cried the whole night. She cried and cried till she had no more tears. The next morning, she was sitting by the window with Sams photo on her lap. She saw him walking towards their house. Soon she was shouting and crying, My Sam is back! My Sam is back!

Sam ran towards her and hugged Mariam as he never let go. He was so sorry and regretted the way he behaved. His colleagues were the one who made him realized his big mistakes neglected his mother. The neighbours heard her. They too shouted and cheered, feeling happy for her. 574 words.

It was the wettest December I had ever experienced. The torrential rains had ruined my holiday plans as floods continued to wreak havoc in several states. I had pleaded with dad to allow me to go to the east coast with my friends but he had been unyielding. The thought of having to stay indoors for the next two weeks was not only depressing but also unbearable. Television did not excite me anymore. I was fed up of watching the same old movies on cable television. Even the other channels had nothing exciting to offer. Finally, I decided to go into the attic to retrieve some books which I had not read for a long time. The attic was surprisingly clean - a sign that mum had finally completed the chore that she had kept putting off. I looked around and noticed a teak chest that I had never seen before. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked towards it. I lifted the lid slowly and was pleasantly surprised to see a variety of things in it all of them reminders of my childhood. I looked nostalgically at the clothes I had worn as a child and the toys I had played with. Bobo the teddy bear, which I had slept with until I was ten, had been dry-cleaned and kept in a box which also contained the first Mothers Day card I had made myself. I was not prepared for what I saw next. Lying at the bottom of the cardboard box was an old black and white photograph of a young woman. I stared at it incredulously. It was as if I was looking at a female version of myself. All sorts of questions and dreadful thoughts flooded my mind. I held the photograph tightly in my hand and dashed out of the attic, only to bump into my mother. Mum....who is this? I asked in a quivering voice. From the look on her face, I knew it was a question she did not want to answer. Quietly, she held my hand and led me towards the study where dad had been working all morning. She knocked on the door once before opening it. Dad looked up, and his expression of annoyance disappeared when he saw the photograph in my hand. What I heard that day is something I will never forget for the rest of my life. The woman in the photograph was my mother, my biological mother Lily Lee. Son, Lily loved you very much; just as much as Janet here loves you.

Dads use of the past tense made me uncomfortable. It took a great deal of effort on his part to narrate the painful past. My biological mother was six months pregnant when the incident happened. She had been walking towards her office when a motorcyclist came from behind and grabbed her handbag before speeding off. As a result of the sudden assault, she had lost her balance and fallen on the kerb. The head injuries she had sustained had a devastating effect on her health. The only option was to perform surgery, but due to her condition, this option was risky. The doctors had wanted to terminate her pregnancy to save her life but she had refused. A month later she fell into a coma. Although the doctors had given up hope, Lily continued to live, though in a comatose state. It was as if she was not giving up on life till her baby was born. When the doctors deemed it safe, they performed an emergency C-section. Lily breathed her last the moment I was born into this world. Dad sobbed softly as he finished relating the heart-wrenching story. All sorts of emotions consumed me. I was sad, confused and angry. Was I adopted? What about my father? Who was he? Had he abandoned me? After a while, I braved myself and stated what I thought was obvious. So, that means you are not my real parents. I am adopted! No, son. You are not adopted. I am your father. Lily was my first wife. She made me promise her that I would marry her younger sister, Janet, so that you would not grow up motherless. The sense of relief that I felt at that moment was indescribable. I looked at mum and I saw the pain and anguish in her eyes, as though she was anticipating rejection. Quickly, she looked down. Slowly, I got up from my chair and walked towards her. I went down on my knees and held her hands in mine. Her eyes remained downcast, fearful of rejection. Mum, I know I am only seventeen but I am more mature than you think. You might not have given birth to me but you are and will always be my mother. I comforted her as much as I comforted myself. She looked up slowly, her eyes searching my face for sincerity. Then with tears in her eyes, she hugged me tightly.

I listened to my mothers words with excitement. She had heard that a local vet, Dr Subramaniam, need an assistant. It seemed too good to be true. I had just finished school and dreaded the thought of filling shelves at the supermarket, the only job that I had heard of so far. On the other hand, I had loved animals for as long as I could remember. At that very moment, in the open space around the house, were several cats which I had found as starving kittens, a lizard which had lost a leg and a bird recovering from a wing injury. I telephoned Dr Subramaniams surgery and the receptionist told me to come for an interview at nine the following morning. Be there on time, my mother warned me. Punctuality and a tidy appearance are the most important things at an interview. She took me down to town, where I had my hair done and chose a new dress which, I hoped, would make me look my best. I tried hard to feel confident, but I couldnt help worrying. What would happen if Dr Subramaniam thought I was just a silly girl? The next morning I set off on foot, practising all the intelligent things I intended to say to Dr Subramaniam. Just before the turning to the road that led up to his house, I saw something lying on the road. It looked like an old piece of grey cloth but it was moving! I ran forward and saw that it was a cat which had been hit by a car or motor-cycle, covered in blood and mewing in pain. I picked it up. It struggled, scratching and biting, but I soon had it firmly in my arms. Thank goodness we were just outside the vets surgery, where it could get proper treatment. I pushed open the door marked Visitors and found myself facing the receptionist. Here, I gasped, holding out the cat to her. She looked shocked. Are you here for the interview? she asked. It was then I looked down at the dress. It was ruined torn, filthy and bloodstained. I realized that my hands, too, were muddy and my hair was hanging in disorder across my face. I knew that I would never get the job now. But at least I had saved the cats life. The voice of Mr Subramaniam came from behind a frosted glass door. Is that Miss Puspa? he asked. Shes ten minutes late. Send her in. Fighting back my tears, I went into the surgery. The vet looked at me astonishment. Well, you arent a very nice sight, are you? he said after a short pause. Give me that cat. Then he added, more kindly, Youd better explain what happened. I told him the whole story as his expert hands dressed the cats wounds. When I had finished he looked at me thoughtfully. I could feel the tears running down my face. The job is yours. He said at last. You are just the person I want someone who really cares for animals, who doesnt mind getting dirty or staying behind to help an animal in trouble. You can start tomorrow.