A painful episode - Model composition
- Sabreena Nazimudeen
- Oct 30
- 4 min read
Here is a model composition - A painful episode
A painful episode - Model Composition - P4 to P6
A painful episode - Model composition
INTRODUCTION
"Don't wander too far—and beware of jellyfish!" my mother warned that morning, her voice laced with concern. But her warning fell on deaf ears.
After all, I was with Ryan.
Ryan, my best friend since Primary Two, was tall for his age with tousled hair and a spark of mischief in his eyes. He was the kind of person who thought danger was a myth and rules were made to be broken. We were polar opposites—he thrived on thrill, while I was terrified of anything that moved too fast or looked too deep. And yet, somehow, I always let him convince me to tag along.
That day, we had wandered away from the crowded public beach and discovered a hidden cove. The sand there glittered like diamonds, untouched by footprints. The canopy of trees acted like a soft green blanket, casting cool shadows over the warm ground. A salty breeze danced in the air, and the orchestra of birds chirping above added to the illusion of paradise. The waters were serene and blue, stretching endlessly with not a single wave in sight.
Taking a deep breath, we trotted excitedly toward the water. I let my worries melt away.We were expecting a peaceful afternoon of sun and fun.However, little did we know, a painful episode was about to unfold.
CONFLICT
At first, everything was going smoothly. The moment we plunged into the water, we both let out a cheer. It was refreshingly cool. The water shimmered under the rising sun like liquid glass. Despite the ‘DANGER: JELLYFISH’ sign nailed to a nearby tree, Ryan waved it off. “Come on,” he had said with a grin, “they always say that.”
I grinned from ear to ear, my earlier fear replaced by the thrill of adventure. We started splashing each other, diving and laughing, completely carefree. I was having a whale of a time—eyes sparkling, face full of determination, pretending to be as brave as Ryan.
However, what happened next shattered that illusion.
Suddenly, I felt it—a sharp jolt of pain shot up my leg. It was as though a thousand needles had pierced me all at once. I screamed in agony, my body stiffening.
“Aaargh! It stung me!” I howled, my voice echoing across the cove.
I began thrashing in the water, flailing my arms, struggling to stay afloat.“Oh no! The pain is unbearable!” I gasped. My leg felt like it was on fire. The more I moved, the worse it got.I screamed at the top of my lungs, over and over, until my throat was raw.
CLIMAX
To make matters worse, our parents were still far off on the main beach, completely unaware of my desperate cries. Ryan was frozen in shock. My strength was fading fast. I was losing balance in the water, and each kick only wrapped the stinger more tightly around my leg.
Hopelessness gripped me.Tears welled up in my eyes. Then they poured down my cheeks. My shoulders slumped. My face fell.I was devastated. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
I was certain I would die.
Then—splash!
From the corner of my eye, I saw someone tearing through the waves like a torpedo. It was my father. His face was serious, focused like I had never seen before.
A flicker of hope sparked in me. Maybe… I would be okay.
But just as he reached out to grab me, I sank.The water swallowed me whole. Darkness closed in. My lungs screamed for air. I was losing consciousness.Maybe… it was too late.
CONCLUSION
Then I felt it—a strong hand grasping mine. My father yanked me upward, and we burst through the surface together, both of us gasping for air. He wrapped his arms around me and swam fiercely toward the shore. Ryan trailed behind, his face etched with worry.
Relief washed over me like a wave. My face broke into a weak grin. I was alive.The moment we touched land, I collapsed onto the sand, coughing and sobbing, my leg still throbbing.
Later, my parents chastised us severely.“What were you thinking?!” my mother cried, her voice trembling with worry and fury.Ryan looked pale and shaken. He mumbled a quiet, “I’m sorry,” and promised to never ignore a warning sign again.
We had escaped by a hair’s breadth.
That painful episode taught me more than just to fear jellyfish. It taught me that pain often comes when you least expect it. Warnings exist for a reason.I had learned the hard way that sometimes bravery isn’t about ignoring fear—it’s about respecting it.
I had truly escaped by the skin of my teeth.This lesson on a painful episode would forever be etched in my mind—and in the small, round scar that still rests on my calf today.
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