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Jack the Crier
By Bill Zhang
To everybody
“Beep Beeeeep......” Walking down the street, I saw so many cars. Oh! I forgot to tell that my name is Jack Chris. I live in Los Angeles. It was the first day of school and I could already smell the delicious hamburgers and meatballs. Then I realized I was late for school! The sky is as blue as the sea. I was so exiting that I ran to school with in 2 minutes!
When I arrived to my classroom, I said hello to everyone. By the end of the 1st class, the teacher gave the homework out. We have 30 minutes to do our absolutely hard homework. By the time I finished my math homework, I wanted to put my homework into my folder.
But where is my folder? I look for my bag, in the ground, at my table, on my friend tables and at every corner of my room. But I can’t even find the shadow of my folder. “The folder is lost.” I thought.
I was as nervous as if I lost my mom. I started to cry. “Wa! Wa! Wa!” Tears drops down from my eyes I was crying so much that my table is full of water!
I was crying like a baby whining now. I was crying so much that my tears are flooding the whole classroom! The classroom was like a pool! The water was so deep that we can’t even stand on the ground. Everything is floating. The water was as salty as sea water!
In the hallway, the water was flooding too! And because the hallway was flooded, some water ran into other classes. Students that don’t know how to swim cried for help. They sat on floating tables in order to no sink.
Back in our class, I was still crying. I knew that I will stop crying if I find my folder. A girl called Ally swam beside me and said “Jack, there is no meaning to crying. It doesn’t mean that if you cry, you will find your folder. So go find your folder, staying here doing nothing doesn’t help.
So I went to find at first. I didn’t see anything but a pair of socks, but then, something that was sky blue, laying on a chair caught my eyes. “My folder!” I shouted joyfully. I didn’t cry anymore.
But the tears were still flooding the room. We needed someone to clean this mess up. No one knew except for Miss Alena. So she called Miss May. Miss May always knew the answer to every problem.
Miss Alena said “hi Miss May. Can you help us to clean the water up? My student cried so much that it’s starting to flood!” “Sure.” Miss Alena, which class are you teaching? Miss May said “YZC, thanks!” Miss Alena said.
After about 3 minutes, Miss May came to floor 2, she first cleaned the other classes and then it was our turn. As she came in, a lot of water ran into the hallway. She held a big machine and in the middle part was a long thick string but hollow inside. At last was a big bowl that suck all the water we watched her cleaning the mess up. After she dried our cloths, we thanked he and skipped to the third class.
After we finished our last class, we packed our bags. Later, I was walking on the street. The sun felt as hot as if you had been thrown into a hot pot. Today was for more exciting and crazy than I thought. But the most important thing that I want to tell you and me is that crying is no help but make the trouble bigger and worse.
♪ 配乐：旋转木马/跑步进行曲
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