Critical Writing

Daniel, Freda and I wrote this in class yesterday as part of a ‘warm up’ exercise:

John had been an ordinary boy throughout his life. The only thing one could call special in his life had to be Michelle. They were on a date on the coconut tree at Siloso Beach. He plucked a coconut from the tree and pried it open, before offering it to her. It was an awkward scenario, watching the two of them in the sunset that way, but hey, they didn’t mind.

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