Spm Essay - Article 4c6p4a

Section A : Directed Writing [35 marks] You are advised to spend about 45 minutes on this section. Question 1 You are the editor of your class news bulletin. One day your mother told you to look after your very small sibling [brother/sister] for the day. During the morning, the tiny tot disappeared. You looked all over the house, in the garden, next door – to no avail. You became frantic. Based on the notes below, write an article for your news bulletin about how you went about searching for your sibling.         

you looked all over the house you went through the garden you saw the dog lying half out of the kennel to next door down the whole street into the park with a pond to the police station back home with the policeman saw tot just coming out of dog kennel, pushing dog aside

When writing the article, you should   

to give a title to the article to use paragraphs that the article is to appear in a class news bulletin

[An Article for a Class News Bulletin] The Disappearing Act “Not to worry”, I said to myself. “Bart must be in the house somewhere.” Why was I looking for Bart.? My four-year-old little brother is more than a handful and one day, of all days, Mum had to attend one of her numerous committee meetings that she had to cajole me to keep an eye on Bart as it was the baby-sitter’s day off. I reluctantly agreed. I left Bart in the play-room while I went upstairs to answer nature’s call. It was not five minutes later that I came down to find him missing. I called out his name frantically but there was not the slightest whimper. I looked all over the house ran up and down the stairs. If there was the hundred metre dash, I would have emerged the certain winner. No, I didn’t even see his shadow. The main door was slightly ajar “Aha! He must have crawled out.” I went out the door, peering behind every bush. I even looked in the dustbin, holding my nose at the stench that wafted into my face. Prince, the overweight mongrel, was slouching in his kennel, lying half out of it. He opened his eyes lazily, yawned when I called out to him. “Have you seen Bart?” He did not even deign to give me an answer, what more look at me. I stood in the middle of the garden, scratching my head. “I think I shall ask the maid next door.” She shook her head emphatically when I hollered at her and she did not even bother to ask me why. She merely turned her back on me. I walked down the street. This time I was really in quite a panic. I walked to the park. There was a dry note in my throat as a picture of my Bart lying face down in the pond flashed across my vision. My heartbeat quickened when I saw a crowd near the pond’s edge. I ran and pushed my way inside to look at the centre of attraction – it was just a wet kitten. I was at my wit’s end. I had no choice but to go to the police station and report a missing child. Initially, the sergeant-on-duty was suspicious of my motives but seeing I was genuinely worried, he told the constable to accompany me home to help me. They may think nothing of arresting me, especially with siblings killing off their siblings as reported in the newspapers. We reached the gate of the house. By now, the day help had come in and the main door was wide open. Then as I looked around the garden, I saw the tiny tot coming out of the dog-kennel, sleepily pushing aside the gigantic mongrel and rubbing his eyes. I swooped on him like a mother eagle and caught hold of him, smothering him with kisses. Boy, what a relief! The policeman, Constable Yap smiled at my joy, patted me on the shoulder and walked off with this parting reder, “Keep an eye on that little boy. Don’t ever let him out of your sight.”

I called out my thanks. The both of us went into the house, Bart to take his belated morning bath and I? To nurse my throbbing heart.