EXAMPLE 1 : 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 untilI 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 bellrang 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! AllI 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 schoolshirt 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 fellsomewhere.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 Ihad 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..

EXAMPLE 2 :

Living in a serene village near the pristine sea was a real treasure for me as its tranquillity and refreshing atmosphere with a picturesque sea was a really perfect getaway whenever my head was on the verge with all of the schools works and pressures. Every day, my best friend, Razman and I would go to the sea to watch the sun sets as the invigorating coolness of the sea breeze caressed our skins. Ever since we were in the kindergartens, we had done the same thing. In the eye of the fishermen there, Razman and I are kindred spirits and our genuine camaraderie could never be separated by hooks or crooks. One day, I was feeling a little bit under the weather. My head was spinning and my body was soaking wet with perspirations. So, I decided to take a nap in order to recuperate my illness. Out of the blue, Razman came visiting me. He asked me to accompany him to the ice creams stall near the beach. I refused his tempting request almost instantly as my condition was not permissible. But, he kept begging me and his constant chatter was really irascible that I thought my head was going to explode. I tried to control my temper but I failed. I shouted at him, Just go there by your own self and stop annoying me! Razman remained speechless upon hearing my yells. Sorry, I did not meant to disturb you. I promised that I will not do it again in the future, Razman said slowly. I felt guilty watching him cycling away from my house with a crestfallen face. Nevertheless, about one metre from my house Razman turned his dimpled face to look at me and I was at sixes and sevens when he gave me an unexplainable gaze. He smiled at me and I tried to smile at him back but my lips did not cooperate well with my mind causing me to stand there poker faced. So, I just retreated into my bed room and decided to wait until I am hale and hearty enough before I went to meet Razman and asked for his forgiveness. Quickly, I swallowed down two Paracetamols tablets before going to the bed. The clock was tinkling 11 a.m. by the time I dosed off into my own imaginary world of dream. I could see Razman lying unconscious on the white bed. His face was pale and his legs had been amputated. I tiptoed towards him. Suddenly, when I am near enough he woke up. He grabbed my shirts collar and shouted in a coarse voice which was very unlikely him You must pay for what had happened to me! I gaped for air and tried to struggle away from him but for a sick person that had just been out of comma, Razman was strong enough. I was lack of oxygen. I blinked my eyes rapidly and suddenly I woke up from the dreadful dream. It was only a dream, I whispered to myself as my heart was racing. My head was no longer aching and I could feel my bodys temperature had been back to normal. So, I quickly took a bath and dressed to meet Razman. By the time I was on my bicycle, I could see people running and shouting. It was like something had chased them away from the beach. I heard the word Tsunami being pronounced loudly but I could not make any sense about its meaning. Then, I saw my mother. She was a hawker at a foods stall near the beach and she was running too. She recognized me at once, Run son! Run to the hill and saved your life! I stood rooted to the ground as my teachers words about what tsunami is echoed in my mind. I remembered Razman said he was going to the beach. I tried to search for his figure but he was not anywhere to be found. At the same time, my brothers were dragging me to the hill.

My whole family was safe during that unexpected tragedy as we managed to climb the hill before the waves swept us. On the next day, the government had sent the Air Forces helicopter to bring us out to our momentary shelter. There, I went all nook and cranny to find Razman but my search had come to no end. Razmans mother was crying days and nights. His 5-year old sister was always asking me to bring back her Abang Man and tears were strolling down my cheeks upon seeing her as she resembled much of Razmans features. But, we did not have to wait long as three days after that, Razmans body returned without its life. My heart bleed and I cried.

EXAMPLE 3 : Write a story that begins with 'I did not know what happiness was until...' I did not know what happiness was until my aunts caring words sank into me on my graduation day. There she was sitting on the front pew, looking at me with loving eyes, proudly as I stood on the stage giving a speech. She was my angel. She protected me and cared for me since the demise of my parents. As an orphan, it was not easy for me to get acquainted to strangers. I had built a wall over the years to protect myself from being hurt. The fatal incident of a robbery left me broken and shattered. I could vividly remember the bloody tragedy. After my tuition class on Friday night, I came home in my friends car. When I arrived, I felt strange as mom and dad did not lock the door and left the gate wide open. Quietly and suspiciously, I walked into the house sensing something terrible might have happened. In front of the doorstep, to my horror were my parents and twin brothers sprawling right across the carpet. I was paralyzed with fear. Blood was oozing. Mom and dad were lying on their stomachs holding each others hands. My twin brothers were heavily injured with slashes of knife cuts on their heads and back. Wh-whats going on? I asked with a quivering voice. Mom, dad, Habil, Qabil please wake up, I pleaded but they were motionless. It was a very horrifying scene. I found myself screaming and howling hysterically. My neighbours who came to help. The ambulance and police arrived within minutes but they were too late. I was so shaken that I could not stop crying. Not even the paramedic could calm me down. I was escorted to the hospital. Somehow, they managed to contact my aunt. Her hug and consoling words relaxed me a little. I was given a sedative jab and I fell asleep instantaneously. When I woke up, she was right there by my bedside. I felt safe and secured in her presence. The police came to interview me. My aunt was with me all the while. I was kept away from the press and television for weeks for fear of my recurring hysteria. The doctor-in-charge put me in a psychiatric ward for half a year, under close observation to help me cope with the terribly haunting tragedy. After six months in the psychiatry unit, I was finally discharged and reported as being in a stable condition. I went back to the house where the killing took place. It was a very emotional experience. Tears kept rolling down my eyes. I could not stop it. However, I was quiet and not hysterical anymore. My aunt was there holding my hands and rubbing my back, giving me all the moral support and love she could. I packed my belongings, took the family pictures hanging on the wall and put them in my bag. I was put under my aunts custody. My parents and siblings were brutally killed in a home robbery. The prime suspects were two middled aged man. My parents were shot whereas my twin brothers were stabbed to death. It was reported that about RM20,000.00 worth of money and jewellery were stolen. They were finally arrested, convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment. Despite that, the life of my loved ones could not be returned. Hawa you must let go off the past. Dont keep that hatred in your heart. Do not disappoint your late parents. You have a bright future ahead of you. Stay focused in your studies, pass with flying colours and live your life to the fullest. Realize your dreams of joining a forensic team. Make your parents and siblings proud of you. Its not the end of the world. Im still here for you, she advised and encouraged me. but I cant forget them. Why me? Why my family? I asked knowing that there was no answer to that.

Who said that you must forget them? God loves them and that is why He took them in His care. You should be grateful that He still wants you to live their legacy, to care for the unfortunate. They would be sad if you keep wasting your youth away, she rationalized with me and gave me a big hug to comfort me and take my doubts away. Fortunately, her caring words and actions awakened me. I picked myself up from feeling worthless and hopeless. I was only fifteen then. However I strived hard and I succeeded. Today, I am celebrating freedom. Freedom from the bondage of anger and hatred. And I am celebrating this new joy, this new me with my loving aunt. Without her support, I would not have made it.

EXAMPLE 4 : I didnt know what happiness was until the unfortunate mishap. I have never been disappointed by the beauty of mother nature. It has taught me a lot about appreciating Gods gifts. The story began on a bright Friday morning. I packed my bags and was ready to take on the adventure of camping in the jungle. At first, I was reluctant to go but after being cajoled by my persistent friends, I finally gave in. It was a trip for sheer relaxation and nature learning. All six of us Ainul, Dayang, Farah, Suhaila, Yus and I finally agreed to meet up at the schools bus stop before embarking on our journey into the virgin forest. As I was half way walking towards the school, it suddenly started raining. I hastened my steps to the schools bus stand. Luckily for me, it started pouring when I arrived near the school. Only then, I realized that I was 10 minutes late for the meeting. Where have you been? We promised to be here at exactly 11 a.m., Ainul barked out. Sorry, I had to run some errands for my mom and there was a storm out there, I explained. Anyway, were all here. So, lets not waste anymore time. Lets go, I quickly added so that Ainul would not dwell on the subject. Thankfully, the rain lasted for five minutes only. We hopped onto a bus heading towards Indah Park. I was not sure if we were ready for a steep and winding climb up the hill in this wet condition. We arrived at the hillside alas and began to hike up about a mile of the Gagak trail. It was a harsh climb as we were carrying heavy 10 kilo bag packs complete with sleeping bags, canned food and bottles of mineral water. I was the only one bringing the tent as the others did not possess one. Along the climb we stopped to rest for at least three times. At one place, we encountered a huge snake hissing at us from a bush about 10 metres away. We were lucky not to be bitten by it. We caught glimpse of the beautiful hornbills, bluebirds and a Rufous Collared Kingfisher. After approximately forty minutes of walking, we finally arrived at our destination, in the middle of an open forest quite near to the breathtaking Indah Waterfall. Now, lets start pitching the tent, Yus ordered. We loyally obeyed her command as we were the ones who chose her to be the group leader, being the oldest among us. It was already noon and we took out cans of sardines and loaves of bread for lunch before doing more exciting activities of discovering nature. Yus and Suhaila went to fetch some water, Farah and Ainul prepared the meal, Dayang laid out a mat for us to enjoy the moment of leisure in the forest. I was instructed to search for firewoods. Dont go too far out, Yus reminded. Happily I went on my way gathering as many branches and twigs as I came across on my path. This should be enough for at least two days, I thought to myself as I had collected a bundle of them. As I turned around, I suddenly tripped over a branch and fell down flat on my leg. Ouch! My ankle, I moaned. I could not lift myself up as the pain on my twisted ankle was excruciating. I did not realize I was too far away from the tent. Moreover, I left my mobile with Yus. How can I ask for help? I wonder. At moment like this, all I could think of was my teachers advice. If you are lost in the forest, you need to sit quietly at that particular spot until someone finds you. This will ease the searching work. I did exactly that. Sit and wait. Staring at the sky, it had grown darker. The dark grey cloud was pregnant with rain. I prayed hard that someone in my group would notice that I was missing.

Tickticktick. The sound of water dropping onto the leaves. I gathered all my strength, lifted my hips and tried to move to a big tree nearby. Before I could even blink my eyes, the rain started pouring cats and dogs. I sat myself under the huge tree, holding the bundle of firewood to my chest. All kinds of thoughts came to my mind. I shouldnt have come. There have been too many obstacles. Its afternoon and it does not look like it, I whined. Did I make the wrong decision? I questioned myself. I must have dozed off. When I opened my eyes, the thick lianas hanging and gripping onto the hundred- foot-tall trees greeted me. I could hear the sound of the creatures of the forest. Insects chirping, the geckos in the hide calling. It was strangely soothing. I felt at peace as the symphony continued to play in my ears. Sheeda! Where are you? Ainuls call came piercing into my ears. Hey! Im over here, I shouted back in relief. I saw my friends running towards me. I told them what had happened. Dayang and Suhaila kindly helped me up while Ainul and Yus got into the motion of snapping pictures of the nature. In the end, we spent the three-day break enjoying the beauty of mother nature. I realized that I had made the right decision.

EXAMPLE 5 : Write a story with the ending, "If only I had been more careful, that wouldn't have happened". Your story should not be less than 350 words.

Tonight was a cold and stormy night. The doors slammed shut as the rustling sound of the leaves could be heared. The storm had been like this for the past three days. I sat on my bed thinking if I had upset the Gods above in heaven. As I lay my head down soft and gently on my comfy pillow, I wondered if mom and dad were ok. They had gone for a vacation to the bahamas and I had to stay back because of my exams. I wasn't worried about it as I've stayed alone many times. Suddenly, the lights went out. My heart raced in agony as the storm got worse. I could see lightning lashing onto my gate and the roaring sound of thunder that came along. I pulled myself together and realised I needed to light some candles. So I headed downstairs with my trusty torchlight and worked my way to the storage room. I found the candles and begun to light them all over the house. I couldn't stand the fact that the darkness was playing games with my mind. An hour had passed till I realised something wasn't right. I felt as if something else besides me was in the house. I panicked. My mind filled with fear but I had to be sure I was right. So, I searched all the rooms on the same floor and found nothing. So I carefully walked down staircase. As I was walking, I realised all the candles that I had lit were put out. I was surprised but aware that there could be someone else in the house. My mind pondered as to how i was going to sneak around without alerting the possibly dangerous stranger. Then, it happened. As I hid behind one of the room's doors. I saw someone walk by me. He was a huge muscular guy who wore a beard and had hair that was so curly a fly could get stuck if it went through it. I was puzzled. Why would someone want to break into my house, I asked myself. I noticed the man had a huge revolver on his belt. The same one the cops used. I didn't want to stick around and aak questions. I had to call the cops. So I crept towards the phone and thank God it was still working. I made a distressed call and the cops said they would be at my house in five minutes. As I crept back upstairs, I accidently knocked over a small lamp and it broke. By this time I knew the stranger had been alerted. I was scared and feared for my life. My fears turned into my worst nightmare as I heard a loud noise. I was shot in the chest. I could feel blood oozing all over my shirt. The stranger walked towards me while mumbling words I just couln't understand. I thought I was a dead man. Then a miracle happened just as the stranger was about to finish me off. I heard a second gunshot and the stranger was down. It was the cops who had arrived. I was rushed to the hospital and the doctors commenced emergency surgery on me to remove the bullet. I was then transferred to the Intensive Care Unit(ICU) as the bullet had hit my lungs and I was unable to breathe properly. My parents rushed back as soon as they got the news. I was lucky to be alive. The doctor had explained that if the bullet had hit me a bit more to the left , it would have hit my heart and I would be dead. Nobody knew who the stranger was or what he wanted. If only I had been more careful, that wouldn't have happened.

EXAMPLE 6 : A BROKEN PROMISE

Why is this mathematics exercise tougher than usual? It is taking me forever to finish it even though I started at eight oclock. Now it is already 10 oclock and I am not even halfway through. I kept glancing at my computer at the corner of my room. It looked so inviting, making me unsure whether to continue my homework or to just stop and go online. It look me exactly two seconds to make up my mind. I am going online! Obviously from my decision, you know that I am an internet freak. I am willing to do anything (including procrastinating my mathematics homework, even though I know very well my teacher is Mr. Fitzgerald, or more popularly known as Mr. Fitz the Bald. May God help those who dare to mess up with him!). O.K., so I am a self-confessed internet addict but at least I am computer literate! I absolutely adore computers but my greatest love has got to be the Internet Relay Chat (IRC). This is because it gave me a sense of freedom and exhilaration, unlike anything I have experienced before. You can be a supermodel, an astronaut or the local zoo keeper and no one would even know the difference. When I sat in front of the monitor and clicked on the IRC programme, a short but unique name caught my eye. Neo. I said hi and introduced myself. I was ecstatic when Neo answered and turned out to be a great conversationalist and we hit it off immediately. We chatted about everything and I felt as though I had known him since the dawn of time. It never occurred to me to get back to my homework and by the time I did, it was already too late. Realizing this, I dreaded the next day because that was when I had to brace myself for the impact of Mr. Fitz the Balds blashing. I could picture him now, nostrils flared, sweat trickling down his forehead, the gestures of his hand animating his words, eyes that shine with a wild black fire and a head shinier than usual (sometimes you can even see his veins becoming visible and that makes his complexion become a weird shade of red). God, please help me! The next day was a living hell. Everybody was mad at me and I was mad at myself. I just wanted to shout it out to the world, I am a victim of modern civilization!. Then, to relieve my stress, I went out online and Neo was there. He asked me about my day and I told him how I overslept and missed the bus to school, how Mr. Fitz the Bald punished me in front of the whole class and how the class shunned and threw a cold glaring look at me because they had to complete ten exercises which were due the following day just because I failed to complete my work. He just listened to me and was very understanding and supportive. He even sent me a bouquet of virtual flowers to cheer me up and I was touched. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. We continued to be friend for a whole month without even knowing how the other looked like but this teeny-weeny fact did not bother me at all. But then, one day Neo told me he would really like to meet me because he felt as if were friends faceless voices. I tried every trick in the book but I could not dodge his request. He noticed my effort and he demanded why I was acting that way. I could not explain why and so I finally gave in. our meeting was set, he was supposed to wear a navy blue shirt, khakis and brown leather shoes. When he described what he was going to wear, I ealized that he must be quite rich to dress so elegantly. As for me, I was just going to settle on a red blouse and my faded blue jeans. We agreed to meet in front of Starbucks coffee house at two oclock, two days from now. Surely you must be wondering why did I not want to meet him. I was afraid that if he knew how I looked like, he would not have interest in being my friend anymore because I was not like other normal teenagers, so vibrant and full of life. When others ran, I lagged behind because my

artificial leg could not stand much pressure. The truth is, I was not born handicapped but lost my leg on a mountain expedition last year. I was helping my friend up the ravine but I slipped and fell. I was alive but my right leg was severely injured and had to be amputated. That is why I now have a prosthetic leg. I have felt wonderful it was to be normal and it makes the pain much harder to bear. My old life which full of physical activities, seemed like a passing wind, never to come again. I was not fit anymore to join my friends and that threw my confidence out of the window. I was afraid Neo would not accept me. The next day, my mind was occupied with thoughts of him and his reaction. So, to ease my mind, I made him promise not to judge me by my appearance but by my inside me. I did not tell him the truth because I wanted to know if he was sincere in his friendship. When the moment finally came, I was ready for anything. When I arrived, I noticed a fine looking young man that fits Neos description. When I said fine looking, I was not kidding. He came with his friend, so before I approached him, I studied him first. He was athletically built and tall with mocha coloured skin. His hair was neat and it looked as though it was woven from the hues of midnight sky. His eyes, brown and alert but with certain mysterious glint. It made him looked arrogant and egoistical. I could see that he was so anxious and restless that even his friends comforting words could not help to soothe him. Slowly, I walked up to him and introduced myself. I smiled at him but I could see that he was shocked to see my condition and he failed to hide it. He babbled something indecipherable. He asked how I was and we chatted a little but he seemed restless, I looked at him knowingly and then he glanced at his wristwatch. He excused himself and said that he had to go. Neos friend looked at him in disbelief but Neo ignored his glance. Neo promised to call me later then he hurriedly left. It happened so fast and before I realized it, he was gone. Neo had failed the test. He could not handle the truth, so it was better to let him go. There was no sense in postponing the inevitable. I knew he would never call me again. I knew that our first meeting was also our last. There would be no next time. He had broken his promise and maybe it was true that broken promise lead to broken hearts. Even though I have been through similar situations before, it still hurts. But I will still keep trying because I believe that even when the darkest moments dawns, it comes with the promise of a new day. I just have to move and live with the fact that sometimes, people are not what they seem to be. Thanks to Neo, I know it now. So, as I sat at the corner of the table at Starbucks, looking out the window, I saw a group of teenage girls giggling as if laughing at a secret joke. How I envy them! I looked at them as they passed by and then I reflected on what had happened. I looked down at my coffee and saw my reflection. Then suddenly a tear trickled down my cheek and fell into the coffee, obscuring my reflection.