6E Essays Blog
Monday, July 03, 2006
"Joan, over here!"my mother shouted from the kitchen. Reluctantly, I stood up from my chair and went out of the study room. As I entered the kitchen, my mother started in this sweet, persuasive voice, "There you are, darling. I have a tiny little errand for you to run. Come on, just some groceries, you can do it."Without waiting for my reply, my mother shoved a handful of notes and a long shopping list into my pocket. Sighing, I closed the door and dragged my heavy feet towards the supermarket. It was just so typical of my mother to send me out on an errand when I was doing my weekend homework.
"Hey, Auntie! You have forgotten to take your vegetables!"I had been at the supermarket for 1 hour and was just queueing up at the checkout counter to pay for my groceries. The queue was very long and I had a hard time trying to fit the unpaid items into my hands. Suddenly, a hard push on my back sent all the groceries in my hands flying. As I felt my face smash into the ground, anger that I, normally a tolerant person, never had filled my mind. I stood up and turned around to see who that clumsy person was and to give him a piece of my mind. Noticing a tall teenager with flaming red hair running away,I immediately gave chase.Everyone seemed to be watching the scene in front of them with great interest.
" Hey you! The fiery red hair! Stop now!"The teenager, after running away from me for ten minutes, seemed to have got tired and his steps started to get smaller and slower. Turning around, he asked angrily, "Why do you keep following me?" " Isn't the reason obvious? You bumped into me and now, I DEMAND AN APOLOGY!"I yelled back." It was not me. It was my little brother. He knocked into you. Look, he is in front of me. Ask him if you do not believe me." Casting the little boy in front of the teenager a questioning look, I was answered with a tiny nod. Feeling my cheeks burn, I ran back to the supermarket. Now, everyone seemed to be trying hard not to let out loud bursts of laughter.
Picking up the groceries from the floor, I quickly went to a shorter queue to pay for them. Just as it was my turn to pay, I turned out my pockets but only to find them empty. Feeling the anger boil in me again, I threw the groceries down and ran after the red haired teenager who had no idea that I had spotted him in the crowd and knew what he had done.As I ran, I shouted out, " Help me, everyone!It's real this time ! He has stolen my money! Catch the pick-pocket!"
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