hihihi!!!!today i have my english end of year exam.i wrote my composition and i am going to write it again here.well based on my memory but i would also make some changes to the composition...so sit back and enjoy!!

situation: you met your friend.she seemed like a changed person.

It was the December holidays. I was psyched because i am going to meet my best friend in primary school, Cassie. Cassie and i were seperated in secondary school because in the PSLE my grades were better than her and so i was sent to a better secondary school than hers. We have not met for over 11 months and i was hoping to see her again.

"Isn't that great?" i squealed over the phone. "We shall be meeting up soon!"

"Yeah!" Cassie replied. "We could do many things and no one is going to stop us!"

Somehow this words sent a chill up my spine. i decieded to change the topic.

"So, how is school?"

Cassie hesitated for a while before saying,"its okay..." uncertainly. She did not want to speak anymore.

We decided on the date of our meeting before ending oue conversation. This was going to be the happiest reunion in my life.

On the day of our meeting i practically ransacked my cupboard just to look for the right clothes to wear. In the end i wore a pair of black stylish jeans i have not worn for a long time and a shirt that costs me thirty dollars.

The first thing i noticed when i reached Backstreet Shopping Mall was that there is graffitti everywhere-on the walls, dining tables, even on the doors of shops. The people there were dressed wierdly. Many of them are teenagers hanging out. The girls were wearing way too revealing shirts and have heavily pierced noses. The guys were covered with tattos and wore shirts that have offensive words printed on them.

I spotted Cassie near the lift, waiting for me. She was dressed just like the others. I quickly ran to her and greeted her.

As i neared Cassie,i saw that her miniskirt was bulging with white pills that look like heroin. Cassie takes drugs? I acn't believe it. She used to hate drugs. Last year she made posters against drugs and destributed to everyone in the class telling them to paste it on their bedroom wall like she does. I could not imagine her getting involved in drugs.

"Cassie, when did you start to take heroin-and smoking?" i asked as she took out a cigarette and started puffing into it. "you used to hate them, don't you?"

Cassie casually said "what's past is past. Now is the present."

I tried to counter her. "What about your parents? Even if you do not care about them, what will happen when the police catches you?"

Cassie put out the cigarette and looked at me fiercely. "Look, the police have been searching this place for six years but did not suceed. Think about it." I remembered the complicated directions Cassie gave me to Backstreet shopping mall. I also remembered passing some places I have not seen before.

Suddenly a few girls walked towards Cassie and they started chatting. Cassie turned to me. "Rachel, meet the friends I met in secondary school. They are Sophie, Amy and Lila."

I was not listening. I finally understood. It was Cassie's "friends" that had made her become what she was now. It was Cassie's "friends'" fault.

While Cassie was chatting, I took the opportunity to sneak away. On the way some guys came to me and put their arms over my shoulder. Their breath stinks and they offered me drugs. I quickly broke away from them and broke into a run.

The first thing i did when I reached the city was to find the police. I told them what had happened and i whispered to myself "i'm sorry Cassie, but it was for your own good."

The police made an unexpected arrival in Backstreet Shopping Mall, with me in the lead. The situation was chaotic as police ran around catching everyone in sight. I spotted Cassie. She looked shocked and glared at me for quite a while. Then she was caught.

The police thanked me for helping them but I do not feel happy. What was supposed to be a happy reunion turned out to be a sad day. I will never forget this day and sincerely hope that Cassie will never touch drugs again.

hiya!!! today at school i did nothing much, the usual same thing. i am going to share with you a story...its very beautiful...depicting about what God did in your life...here goes:

Footprints
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed He was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from His life. For each scene He noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belonging to Him and the other to the LORD.When the last scene of His life flashed before Him, He looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of His life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of His life.This really bothered Him and He questioned the LORD about it. LORD you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.The LORD replied, my precious, precious child, I Love you and I would never leave you! During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.

this is the first time i am blogging...i dunno much about it lah but my friends everytime blog like xiao so i wanna try lor. Anyway let me introduce myself. Me, Azrene. not my real name of course. I just like this name. i also love reading and writing. Writing habit i get from friend because when she write i see her english improve and i very badly want my english to improve so i started writing...and soooo went into it!!! Oh no, its late already, need to turn off computer so bye...as long as life goes on...