Hi, my name is Daisy. I’ll tell you about the worst day of my life. It started like this:
I was walking home, when I saw a person with a pretty, red, and colorful parrot. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was just so pretty (very beautiful).
When I arrived home, I said, “Mom, I want a lovely parrot. It is really pretty! If you saw it you would love it. It is so colorful. You wouldn’t believe your eyes, really!”
“Ok, you go wash your dirty hands. When you are finished washing your hands, come down and eat dinner.” replied (answered) mom.
“Ok mom I kno…”
“Stop, I don’t care (it's not important to me) what you’ll say, just go and wash your hands.” answered mom.“And don’t get the dirt on the towel.”
“Ok, I’m done,” I said, a minute later.
When I was eating dinner, my mom asked me to tell her what the problem was.
I said, “The problem is I want a PARROT!”
“What?” asked mom, “No way!”
“Why?” I replied.
“Look at all the pictures of parrots, aren’t they pretty?” I questioned.
“Ok, I’m done with (I finished eating) my yummy lummy dinner.” laughed mom.
“It’s not funny mom, I’m serious.” I said angrily.
“Ok, ok calm down.” She said in a soft voice.
“Ok fine.” said mom.
“Daisy, go and wash your face. Your face is so red.”
“Hush, ok.” I replied.
When I finished washing my face, I saw a cupcake, and I thought my mom made it. Never mind who made it, but how could I get my lovely, pretty, and colorful parrot.
The next day, I woke up and brushed my teeth. Whilst (As I was) brushing my teeth, I had an evil (very bad) thought… I could steal someone else’s colorful parrot!!!!!
When I finished brushing my teeth, I went down to eat my healthy breakfast.
The day started badly and got worse as time went by. I finished my breakfast and walked to school. The second (Soon after) I arrived at school, there was an angel on my right shoulder and a devil on my left shoulder.
During my Math’s lesson, I asked the teacher if I could go to the restroom (toilet).
She said, “Okay, if it’s in emergency (it has to be done right now).”
I went to the restroom and the second I get into the toilet door, I saw a baby parrot next door. I could tell that the parrot’s owner was changing her clothes in one of the stalls (toilets). It was just like the one that I wanted. I wondered (was not sure) how I could take the parrot without being caught (without anyone sees me). I didn’t want to spend too long thinking about it, so I took it.
The parrot squeaked, so I covered its beak. As I left the restroom, Mrs. Lauren, the Principal was walking by. The parrot squeaked again.
“Why is there a squeaking sound? Is that you?” asked Mrs. Lauren.
I replied, “No, no, no way”
“Then what are you holding?”
“Nothing,” I answered.
“Open your hands Daisy. Quickly!” demanded (asked me strongly) Mrs. Lauren.
“Ok,” I quietly said.
Mrs. Lauren then saw the baby parrot in my hands.
Mrs. Lauren said, “What is that? You said you had nothing in your hands, and then I asked you if that is you and you still say no, too. Didn’t I ask you all of that?”
I said, “Yes, yes.”
Then the owner of the parrot passed by and loudly said, “Where’s my baby parrot, where’s my baby parrot?”
Then, the owner saw that I had the baby parrot in my hands.
She shouted (yelled; said loudly), “Hey, that’s my baby parrot you stole it!”
The principal asked me, “Did you steal it?”
With tears in my eyes, I replied, “Yes, sorry, sorry, sorry.”
The owner said “Ok, it’s fine, but don’t do it next time!”
I was punished that day for my actions, but I do not want to tell you what it is….as it was too embarrassing.1 This entry was posted in Reading stage 1 by Parviz with no comments yet