The following is an English Language usage quiz. The difficulty level for the quiz is equivalent to that of Level…
“I want you in the school with all the materials,” the bully said to me with his usual smirk. “Y-yes Tim…” I stammered. With that, he and his three friends left with their hands in their pockets and noses up high. I just stood there like an idiot. I finally regained my composure and started my journey home. Once I got home, I gathered all the materials and hurriedly left my house.
My heartbeat quickened as I set foot in the deserted school building where the notorious boys were waiting for my arrival. The boys had skillfully locked the main entrance of the school. I took slow, cautious steps looking for the boys. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I quickly turned around. Terror gripped my whole being as the boys approached me with their signature roguish smirks. “Did you bring it?” Tim asked demandingly. “Yes,” I said while passing him the bag full of spray cans and crayons hesitantly. He snatched it and grinned evilly. They started to walk to our classroom. I followed behind.
Throwing all caution to the wind, the boys started drawing haphazardly across the walls. The boys were wielding the crayons like swords, slashing them against the originally white-washed walls. I stood there with my mouth gaping wide open. They were breaking the rules! Of course, they had done it a thousand times, but vandalising! They could get suspended! This went on for twenty minutes until they stopped. They picked up their bags and left. I hurried behind. “Won’t there be CCTVs’?” I asked anxiously. “We took care of that,” Josh said. I did not want to know how. I went home with guilt washed all over me. I tossed and turned all night and finally, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up with panda eyes. I looked down just to see a bag with empty and used spray cans and crayons. Memories of the day before rushed over me. I was once again filled with guilt. I went down and saw a note from Mom saying that she was coming home late that day, as usual. I ate breakfast and hurried to school.
Upon reaching school, I headed to my classroom. I went to my seat and turned my head around. Traces of misdemeanour were evidently visible on the classroom walls that were filled with unsightly graffiti. I flinched at the sight of it. “ Everyone, stand up!” the discipline master, Mr. Lee had suddenly come in. I stood up knowing exactly what was going on. He pointed at the drawing on the wall. Mr. Lee interrogated the class succinctly in a grave tone but of course, none of the culprits owned up. Hesitantly, I raised my hand. “I know who had done it, Sir!” I said. I went to him and told him everything.
Eventually, Mr Lee called the bullies out. He reprimanded them and caned them. I got reprimanded too because I was involved and present at the time of the act. The bullies apologised to me. As a result, they had to clean the school toilets for one whole week. I, too, apologised to Mr Lee. The bullies promised to turn over a new leaf. I went home that day feeling happy and complete once again.
I am a 10-year-old girl who lives in Singapore. I study in Primary 4. I love to read, travel with my family and eat different types of food.