This is my second chappy. I hope you guys will like it! I got the most
inspiration when I wrote this story. Enjoy!
Monday, 2nd March
Dear Melanie,
Happy Birthday to me! I turn 7 this year and I got you as a birthday present. What could make me happier when Mrs Parker gave us extra homework for English! We're supposed to write a foot-long book review by tomorrow. Of course, I'm going to write about Totto-Chan – the Girl at the Window. It's actually a Japanese story but it was translated into English. I love it! Totto-Chan is girl who gets expelled in her first year at grade school! Imagine if I was expelled, I would have done anything to please the teacher! Buy her dinner, cut her hair (though I doubt someone like Mrs Parker would allow me to do that), bring her for a high tea session...NOTHING could be more important than learning, school and education. One must make full use of his life and learn as much as possible.
Once, I read from a Chinese book from one of the teachers here at St. Angela's Elementary and I came across four Chinese characters and I asked the teacher how to read them and what they meant. Madam Kirk said that she'd stayed in Taiwan for 4 years and had learnt quite a bit of Mandarin. She told me that they read, 'Huo dao lao, xue dao lao' which basically meant, 'You should keep on learning new things, regardless of your age, even until death'. And I wrote it in my school diary (not here) under the 'Thoughts for the Day' section.
So, I went to school today and met Jason Miriam, this really irritating boy who was from my old kindergarten. At first, I ignored his stupid smirk and walked past him. Then, I felt a strong tug on my frizzy hair. I turned round and glared at him, but he kept pulling my hair. I was really mad because her pulled until a few strands came off. He then grinned stupidly, waiting for me to start shouting at him.
But I knew that a bit of shouting and scolding wouldn't help (since I was monitress before and I also know how to handle different situations), so I pulled his hair instead. I pulled it real hard and he just started crying right in front of me. I didn't bother, though. So I walked of in the opposite direction for Math class. A few of my friends, Miranda, Kelly and Leah were so impressed that they decided to follow suit. After ten minutes of pulling, I heard from Kelly, Jason kept screaming and bawling his head off in the locker hall, refusing to tell the teacher who started it, because he was the culprit.
In Math class, Mr Alfred taught us fractions, which I had already read and studied before the whole school year started, but I listened anyway; the way he teaches is really interesting. So since I had already learnt how to do every type of Fractions question (including the freshman standard in America), I obtained an A with two stars. Mr Alfred was really impressed that I could answer all his questions.
Then in English, we studied Mythology as a leisure topic. I had memorised the whole chart of the names of all the Greek Gods and Mrs Parker was really pleased that I knew all of them including the names the Romans called them, like Zeus is what the Greek call the King of the Gods, but the Romans call him Jupiter.
But after school today, while I was walking home, I saw a huge, fierce black dog which had appeared through the bushes. It glared and bared its teeth at me, growling with strings of saliva hanging like icicles from its mouth. I screamed and ran home without stopping.
How could they let something so dangerous like that run loose here in Oxford? Mum and Dad said they'll report it, though I don't know to whom.
Well, I gotta go. See you.
Love,
Hermione
I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I put in extra effort to really bring out Hermione's character and personality. Bookworm kind... anyway...R&R please! Thx!
Monday, 2nd March
Dear Melanie,
Happy Birthday to me! I turn 7 this year and I got you as a birthday present. What could make me happier when Mrs Parker gave us extra homework for English! We're supposed to write a foot-long book review by tomorrow. Of course, I'm going to write about Totto-Chan – the Girl at the Window. It's actually a Japanese story but it was translated into English. I love it! Totto-Chan is girl who gets expelled in her first year at grade school! Imagine if I was expelled, I would have done anything to please the teacher! Buy her dinner, cut her hair (though I doubt someone like Mrs Parker would allow me to do that), bring her for a high tea session...NOTHING could be more important than learning, school and education. One must make full use of his life and learn as much as possible.
Once, I read from a Chinese book from one of the teachers here at St. Angela's Elementary and I came across four Chinese characters and I asked the teacher how to read them and what they meant. Madam Kirk said that she'd stayed in Taiwan for 4 years and had learnt quite a bit of Mandarin. She told me that they read, 'Huo dao lao, xue dao lao' which basically meant, 'You should keep on learning new things, regardless of your age, even until death'. And I wrote it in my school diary (not here) under the 'Thoughts for the Day' section.
So, I went to school today and met Jason Miriam, this really irritating boy who was from my old kindergarten. At first, I ignored his stupid smirk and walked past him. Then, I felt a strong tug on my frizzy hair. I turned round and glared at him, but he kept pulling my hair. I was really mad because her pulled until a few strands came off. He then grinned stupidly, waiting for me to start shouting at him.
But I knew that a bit of shouting and scolding wouldn't help (since I was monitress before and I also know how to handle different situations), so I pulled his hair instead. I pulled it real hard and he just started crying right in front of me. I didn't bother, though. So I walked of in the opposite direction for Math class. A few of my friends, Miranda, Kelly and Leah were so impressed that they decided to follow suit. After ten minutes of pulling, I heard from Kelly, Jason kept screaming and bawling his head off in the locker hall, refusing to tell the teacher who started it, because he was the culprit.
In Math class, Mr Alfred taught us fractions, which I had already read and studied before the whole school year started, but I listened anyway; the way he teaches is really interesting. So since I had already learnt how to do every type of Fractions question (including the freshman standard in America), I obtained an A with two stars. Mr Alfred was really impressed that I could answer all his questions.
Then in English, we studied Mythology as a leisure topic. I had memorised the whole chart of the names of all the Greek Gods and Mrs Parker was really pleased that I knew all of them including the names the Romans called them, like Zeus is what the Greek call the King of the Gods, but the Romans call him Jupiter.
But after school today, while I was walking home, I saw a huge, fierce black dog which had appeared through the bushes. It glared and bared its teeth at me, growling with strings of saliva hanging like icicles from its mouth. I screamed and ran home without stopping.
How could they let something so dangerous like that run loose here in Oxford? Mum and Dad said they'll report it, though I don't know to whom.
Well, I gotta go. See you.
Love,
Hermione
I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I put in extra effort to really bring out Hermione's character and personality. Bookworm kind... anyway...R&R please! Thx!
