Post by zainab on Jul 1, 2003 13:39:53 GMT -5
Carry on the story, making it as creative as possible. Do not use chatspeak, like saying 'r' instead or 'are' or 'b' instead of 'be' or 'bee'. Try to keep spelling and grammar correct and, most of all, have fun!
Paragraph One - Me, Myself and I
The day that would change my life forever, started like any other day. I did my usual routine, waking up and half past seven in the morning, brush my teeth with my new electric toothbrush, get dressed into my school uniform, brush my light brown hair hair into a ponytail and zoom downstairs for our normal breakfast, toast and eggs. Oh, and not to forget, have a long debate with my older sister, Angelique, about pointless things like which ponytail is prettier or which teeth are cleaner. Then, I rush to school, thinking that I'm very late. And usually, I am.
"Tiffany," My English teacher, Mrs Turner said to me sternly. "Why on earth are you late? All week you've been late! And I though you were very organised," She looked down and me, arranging my papers and pencil case. "And pay more attention and respect to your teachers," she muttered.
"OK, class, pay attention, now," Mrs Turner had said her world-famous phrase. "I have something you will enjoy participating in. You don't have to participate, though. I have been in touch with the National English Society, in London, not far away from where we live, Liverpool. I have said that I have a lovely class, I just hope that's true. Well, the NES have said that they are holding a competition for young writers - that's you lot - to write an essay about peer pressure," Mrs Turner looked around the class. She saw very puzzled faces. "Peer pressure is when you do something because all your friends are doing it. Understand, now?" The class all nodded.
"OK, so, who wants to enter?" Mrs Turner asked. I immediately shot my hand up. "Tiffany Little. Anyone else?" Another girl shot her hand up. "OK...Natalie Smithers, anyone else?" No one put their hand up. "OK, Tiffany, Natalie. Essays must be handed in within a month, and good luck!"
Paragraph One - Me, Myself and I
The day that would change my life forever, started like any other day. I did my usual routine, waking up and half past seven in the morning, brush my teeth with my new electric toothbrush, get dressed into my school uniform, brush my light brown hair hair into a ponytail and zoom downstairs for our normal breakfast, toast and eggs. Oh, and not to forget, have a long debate with my older sister, Angelique, about pointless things like which ponytail is prettier or which teeth are cleaner. Then, I rush to school, thinking that I'm very late. And usually, I am.
"Tiffany," My English teacher, Mrs Turner said to me sternly. "Why on earth are you late? All week you've been late! And I though you were very organised," She looked down and me, arranging my papers and pencil case. "And pay more attention and respect to your teachers," she muttered.
"OK, class, pay attention, now," Mrs Turner had said her world-famous phrase. "I have something you will enjoy participating in. You don't have to participate, though. I have been in touch with the National English Society, in London, not far away from where we live, Liverpool. I have said that I have a lovely class, I just hope that's true. Well, the NES have said that they are holding a competition for young writers - that's you lot - to write an essay about peer pressure," Mrs Turner looked around the class. She saw very puzzled faces. "Peer pressure is when you do something because all your friends are doing it. Understand, now?" The class all nodded.
"OK, so, who wants to enter?" Mrs Turner asked. I immediately shot my hand up. "Tiffany Little. Anyone else?" Another girl shot her hand up. "OK...Natalie Smithers, anyone else?" No one put their hand up. "OK, Tiffany, Natalie. Essays must be handed in within a month, and good luck!"