A+story+-+Jun4th

I could be a writer.

(This is a true story, a little fox was a smart kid. She was happy, and really enjoyed "show off" time.)

I start my schoolhood when I'm 7. What a wonderful day to me! I dress in pink which is my favorite, and I have a new backpack that my mom bought for me and sewing a red-star on which is a very fasion at that time.

Particularly, I enjoy the recess time, i enjoy to have friends sitting and surrounding me to listen to my story. I gave them a story about little fox. it keeps going for about one week, every recess time, all my friends urge me to continue the story. I make up everything and everybody is so happy.

One day, my teacher notes our group. "What are you doing?" He's a guy that looks so serious and not smile very much. "we're listen the story that nong making up". "Making up, what's about? " After listing to a brief introduction I gives to him, he quipps, "is this a story? Nothing inside", Don't follow her and do something meaningful"

There after, I was isolated by the friends and becomes longly.