1. Describe the most interesting person in your class. --- I was about to, but I don't have a lot of content.
2. National service - is it a good idea? --- I pretty much cross out this whole question because I do not agree at all.
3. My early childhood. --- I can't remember it.
4. Write a story ending with, "Now I realize the value of a true friend." --- BORING.
5. Love. --- WHAT THE - maybe. perhaps. idk.
I did Question 5.
I've based this on another story I once wrote for English that left me missing it. So I wrote it again.
Enjoy.
If you see him coming , you could tell him apart by the clothes he wore.
He had his father's top hat, crooked and dusty. His feet wore his brother's shoes, the heels were so faded that he could feel every pebble on the ground. He had his uncle's coat to shield from the cold. It frayed at the edges and only one button remained stiched to the brown tweed. In his pocket was hist mother's handkerchief, orignally white but now was a canvas of stains. He meticulously took care of that handkerchief. His companion was his luggage: a saxaphone case belonging to his sister that contained his grandfather's brass saxaphone and an extra change of clothes.
That was all he owned in this world and he sings a song about summer.
Gulliver, through the ever-changing scenery, kept a pattern. He arrives in a town by morning, plays the saxophone for lunch and did short magic tricks for the children. If he ever came across a bookshop, he would enter and read a book despite it being in a foreign language. He would often be seen perusing the Children's Section, reading fairy tale novels. Aesop, Grimms' Brothers and Anderson were rarely different and the stories were familiar to Gulliver and he enjoys the pictures in the books. He found it amazing that artist of different nationality, never meeting each other, could all draw about the same story and the same scene.
One of the many things, many fascinating things about Gulliver is what he had seen. He saw remarkably dreadful things and he saw the wonderfully amazing things. A traveller experiences and witnesses many great things, even the great in small things, in his lifetime. These were the few things Gulliver saw:
The city wsa grey and clammy; everybody was walking at a pace of a marathon jog. Gulliver, with a pace of a leisuring millionare, was always bumped into without a sorry or excuse me which made him took extra case of his saxophone case. He came upon a large, white building and decided to rest against one of the huge slabs of pillars. It was a city bank and he observed fidgety accountants dwaddling up the stairs and corporate women strutting by with needle heels.
Then, he noticed a cop coming out of the entrance, his hat pointed law and forward, rather serious-looking, with clasped hands. He reached the open ari and opened his hands to let go a yellow butterfly. The cop, noticing Gulliver noticing him, tilted his hat at him. Gulliver tilted back good-naturedly.
In a lakeside town, he was walking on the side of the road. A young lad in a bicycle riddled with christmas lights flew past him, the leaves on the ground flew up under the wheels. He turned his head to look at the peculiar Gulliver and shouted, as he was cycling to the distance, "Everything's going to be all right!" Gulliver knew that to be true and he took his hat off to wave it to the boy.
It was spring when he was passing a brick apartment. He heard a clanging noise and looked up at the side of the apartment house. A man with a rose between his teeht was climbing up the fire escape chute, with a woman on the top floor of the apartment looked on, laughing from a window. The man had a balding head and the woman's hari was a fluff of cotton. Gulliver smiled and walked on.
He was strolling through a park when he noticed a young lady explaining how the park looked in winter to a woman in sunglasses and a cane. The woman was smiling from ear to ear when the teenager told her about a squirrel who was finding for nuts and started to squabble with its bluebird neighbour. The old woman called the girl a dear and the girl called the woman grandma.
Gulliver saw many things when he travel.
He often thought of his family.
His two sisters were already married and his nephews and nieces could talk about now. He thought about his mother and his long gone father. Perhaps he would come home one day. To see them again.
Gulliver turned to a corner and came upon a long, empty road lined with shivering trees.
And he traveled.
Coleridge once said: Happiness is like a hound-dog in the sun. You are not put in this world to be happy, but to experience great things.
P.S. I fail at at drawing saxophone case.
