A wrong accusation model composition primary example. Here is a model composition suitable for Primary 5 & 6 - "A wrong accusation." Below you will find an essay (DRAFT 2) written by one of our students. Our students go through multiple drafts. What you will find in this blogpost is the improved final draft of the composition. Model composition: A wrong accusation (example)
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Model composition A wrong accusation
Student: Melinda Lim, P6 (Improved version)
Pictures given: Two people arguing / cracked mobile phone / pen
A wrong accusation model composition primary example
“Wow Lissy! Is that the new iPhone 13?” My best friend, Neemah, gushed over my latest device. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I showed off my latest phone to her. It was a birthday present, and it cost an arm and a leg. It was a gift from my father. “Yes!” I showed off to my classmates, feeling as proud as a peacock. The space grey device gleamed under the fluorescent lights. My classmates flocked towards me like birds. Everyone except Jasmine. No one likes Jasmine. She was a scruffy little girl with unkempt hair. I definitely did not like her. She was poor as a church mouse, and her uniform was frumpy. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Jasmine’s curious eyes gazing towards my device. I did not even want her to look at it. Rolling my eyes, I entertained my ardent fans until our teacher waltzed into the classroom. I was expecting a wonderful day, but little did I know something terrible was about to happen.
The recess bell screamed, and everyone made a beeline to the canteen. I did not bring my phone to the canteen. After a hearty meal, we came back. However, I was not prepared for what was about to happen next. Rubbing my hands in glee, I proceeded to fish my precious iPhone from my bag. However, I could not find it. My heart skipped a beat. How is that possible? I left it in the bag! I started rummaging in my bag once again. There was no sign of the iPhone. My face turned as pale as a sheet. A chill ran down my spine. My precious iPhone has been stolen. My gaze turned towards Jasmine. I began to see red. It must be her! That scruffy little dirtbag must have taken my phone. Without hesitation, I marched towards her with clenched fists.
“How dare you take my phone? Give it back!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at us. There was pin-drop silence in the classroom. “Give it back!” I bellowed once again, but this time I slammed my fist on Jasmine’s table. Jasmine’s face was confused. “She’s acting innocent!” I thought angrily to myself. I grabbed her bag. “Stop it! Lissy, I did not take your phone!” Jasmine started sobbing, tears springing out of her eyes. She grabbed her bag from me. Soon, a tug of war ensued. “That phone is expensive. I know you were eying it!” I continued to accuse Jasmine. We were met with a wall of icy stares. Jasmine kept on crying. I pushed her to the ground and grabbed her bag. At that time, my English teacher, Ms. Rose, stomped in. “What’s the ruckus?” she demanded impatiently. I explained everything that happened and demanded that Jasmine’s bag be inspected.
Ms. Rose proceeded to inspect Jasmine’s bag. I did not expect the next moment. We were interrupted by one of our classmates, “Lissy! Your phone is under your table!” I gulped and turned around. Indeed, it was my phone. My face turned beetroot red. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. I was met with the glaring gaze of Ms. Rose. I apologised for being hot-headed and accusing Jasmine of something she did not do. From that day on, I ensured I did not jump to conclusions. As for Jasmine, she found a new friend in me. I learned to look before I leapt.
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