A dangerous situation - Model composition
- Sabreena Nazimudeen
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Here is a model composition - A mischievous act
A dangerous situation - Model Composition - P4 to P6
A dangerous situation - Model composition
John, a wiry-thin boy with a mischievous grin etched across his face, was always looking for the next thrill. I had known him for nearly six years, and in all that time, not once had I seen him back away from danger. That was precisely why I admired him. We were different as chalk and cheese—he was the brave one, and I was the wimp. While he leapt into action, I often hesitated, scared of my own shadow.
That morning, he had an idea. A wild one.“Let’s go swimming at Lake Touba,” he had whispered conspiratorially.Lake Touba was eerily serene. Its waters lay so still they seemed almost innocent. But I had heard the stories—too many lives had vanished beneath that calm surface. I couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been cordoned off. Then again, that was exactly what drew John in. He lived for danger. For this kind of danger.
The sun was lazily rising over the clouds, casting golden streaks across the sky. A gentle breeze whistled through the trees, rustling their emerald leaves. An orchestra of birds chirped overhead while the canopy acted like a warm green blanket shielding us from the heat. Taking a deep breath, we trotted towards the lake, our shoes crunching softly against the dirt trail. I tried to smile. We were expecting a fun and harmless dip—but little did we know, a dangerous situation was about to unfold.
At first, everything went smoothly. The moment we plunged into the water, a wave of refreshment swept over us. The coolness tingled against our skin. Despite the ‘No Swimming’ board glaring at us from the side, we were having a whale of a time. John grinned from ear to ear and began splashing me playfully. The lake, with its crystal-clear waters glimmering under the afternoon sun, felt almost magical. My heart swelled with exhilaration. For once, I felt brave.
However, what happened next turned our joy into horror.John had swum further ahead when I noticed his strokes become erratic. He began thrashing in the water, flailing his arms wildly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to scream. At first, I thought he was joking. That’s just how he was—always pulling pranks. But then I saw it. His face was turning blue.
A sickening fear clenched my stomach. My eyes widened in horror.“Oh no!” I gasped, frozen in place. “What do I do? Where can I get help?”I screamed at the top of my lungs, again and again, until my voice turned hoarse. But the trees only echoed my cries. No one came.
To exacerbate my anxiety, John suddenly vanished beneath the surface. I spun in every direction, desperately scanning the water. He was nowhere to be found. The hope of saving John was slipping—fast. I felt devastated. Tears welled up in my eyes and began spilling down my cheeks. My shoulders slumped, and my face fell.
Why did this happen to us? Why did I agree to come here?I was certain I would lose him.
Suddenly, from the dense forest nearby, a tall, lean man with a serious expression burst through the foliage. He wore a forest guard uniform. Without a word, he sprinted to the edge of the lake and tore through the waves like a torpedo, plunging into the depths.
A surge of hope bloomed in my chest. Maybe—just maybe—everything would be okay.
But then… minutes passed. He was still underwater. My heart pounded like a war drum. Had I lost both of them?
Then, at last, they resurfaced. The guard had John draped over his shoulder as he grabbed my arm and headed toward the shore. They both gasped for air as they reached land. The guard laid John down and began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I stood helplessly, trembling, praying.
John gasped. His eyes fluttered open. Colour slowly returned to his face.
Relief washed over me. My face broke into a grin, and I felt as if a mountain had been lifted off my chest.
Later, we were chastised severely by the forest guard—and again by our furious parents. John, humbled and shaken, promised to turn over a new leaf. He even admitted he was reckless, and for the first time, he called me the sensible one.
That day taught me a valuable lesson. Danger doesn’t always come roaring like a lion. Sometimes, it floats quietly beneath serene blue waters, waiting. We had escaped by the skin of our teeth, and the memory of that close shave still sends shivers down my spine.
This lesson on a dangerous situation would forever be etched in our minds—especially John’s.
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