Another sample essays of narrative writing #spmessay
Write
a story ending with ‘… my heart bleed and I cried’
Living in a serene village near the
pristine sea was a real treasure for me as its tranquility 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 cream’s 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 mean 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 their 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 Paracetamol’s 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 shirt’s 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 body’s 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 food’s 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 teacher’s 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. Razman’s 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 Razman’s features. But, we did
not have to wait long as three days after that, Razman’s body returned without
its life. My heart bleed and I cried.
Write
story ending with: "...That is the reward for my patience and hard
work,"
No guts no glory. No pain no gain. Those are my life mottos. I feel that
nothing can be achieved by simply sitting and doing absolutely nothing to make
dreams come true. Life can be so hard especially when you are not born with
silver spoon in your mouth. It is also the time when true friends are hard to
come by just because you do not much money to treat them at Kentucky Fried Chicken
or Burger King. That is something that I have experienced ever since my family
moves to this metropolitan city and I study in the new school.
In my new school I study hard to complete with all my fellow classmates
who come from all walks of life but most are from rich background. They have
all that I have ever wanted in my life but fail to get. They can buy branded
shoes and clothes, unlike my worn out Bata. They afford the latest hand phones
brands with the latest technology but me? There is nothing I could do to be on
par with them. So, I just let them show off their fancy gadgets without feeling
remorse with the fact that I am only an ordinary student coming from a family
clerk. I just feel sad that they act as if I do not have feelings. I do not
feel the least discourage since I know that I can also be like them one day if
I work hard enough to score in my SPM exam.
Day after day, night after night, I do not to do anything else but
concentrate on my studies. Spm examination is just around the corner and I have
no other wish apart from wanting to pass Spm with Flying colours. My parents
are my inspirations. They always remind me to work hard and hanged our fate,
make them proud as well as prove to everybody that a son of a plain clerk can
also succeed in life and deserve some respect. At times, I feel so stressed out
that I almost give up and cry. Nevertheless, thinking of my parent's hope and
wishes, I would never surrender and that is my final decision. I engage myself
in group discussion, have consultations with my Physics and Chemistry teachers,
the two subjects that I am weak at as well as burn as much midnight oil as
possible to attain my ultimate goal-10A+ in the exam. Sometimes, I feel
overworked myself but I know I have to muster every single one of my strength
to pull through this ordeal and pray that it will end soon.
The most awaited moment has arrived. With prayers and good luck wishes
from my father and mother, I step into my examination hall with full awareness
that I have to do really well in the exam to realize all my parent's dreams and
mine. The torturous moments last for three weeks and as far as I am concerned
time really flies but I trust myself that I have given my very best for each
paper.
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