It was the last day of our trip in Indonesia, so my father suggested going to the beach.
We reached the beach. I squealed with excitement, pulling my brother, Kendrick, along with me to collect rare seashells.
Suddenly, many fishes were washed ashore. My blood ran cold in my veins. I could feel terror crawling across my flesh.
“Mum!” I screamed, engulfed with fear.
Kendrick pointed to the dead fishes and explained what happened to her. Knowing what was happening, she immediately informed the appropriate authorities.
After a while, the authorities evacuated everyone from the scene just bfore big waves, height of about 6-storeys high, came crashing onto shore.
Hundreds of people were saved from life or injury.
Contributed by Rodrick Li
Class of 6-9 2009
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4 comments:
Rodrick, your compositions flows and ideas were express clearly. Good keep it up!!
Rodrick, your compositions flows and ideas were express clearly. Good keep it up!!
From:Tricia lim
Rodrick, your composition is good and your flows and ideas are expressed well. there are no flaws in your composition. Keep it up. from:aw hwee hean
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