It was a fine day. Fluffy clouds drifted in the sky and the sun was shining brightly. I couldn't wait to get home for my afternoon nap as it had been a long day. My brother, Johnny, and I skipped along, chatting away about our giant homework.
Unexpectedly, "Splat!" an egg fell an inch away from us. Another egg fell towards me but it missed me. Johnny, on the other hand, was not as lucky. an egg fell and landed on his brand-new shoes. He shrieked in rage! "Uh-oh", I thought and stepped back. I've seen this before; if he shrieks that loud, it means something bad is about to happen. As expected, he lost his cool. He shouted a slew of profanities that would shock even hooligans.Then I heard some giggling while he was still shouting.Puzzled, I looked up.
Then I spotted two boys armed with egg cartons laughing away. I was seething with rage. How dare they! I got so mad, I wanted to shout vulgarities at them, but I kept my cool. Doing so will just make laugh even louder. Just then Johnny completedly lost his temper. He gave up shouting and yelling and charged up the stairs like an angry bull and pounded on the door. I was close behind him. I pried him away from the door and told him "Even if you keep pounding on the door like that, they would not open it! Use your common sense!" He breathed into the bag I took out for him and calmed down. Then he went back into the school, telling me to wait for him there. Within minutes, Johnny arrived with the discipline master, Mr Wee. He knocked on the door, waiting to give the children a good dressing down.
The children were actually dim-witted enough to open the door for Mr Wee and they were greeted by an ear-splitting start of their fate. It turned out that they were from the same school as us. They had got bored and turned to the devil side of fun. They were forced to apologise to us and had to face detention. Johnny suggest something that sounded ridiculous to me. He wanted them to compensate for his shoes. He was still mad at them, I guess. We went home, about twice as tried as before. I don't know about Johnny, but I know I am really looking forward to that nap.
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This story is written by me. It was a school assignment and I wrote this composition. I might have been around nine or ten, but I can't remember.
