Short personal recount of tree/water/pet

Isabella's work...
The first tree that ever made an impression on me was not a majestic tree, but a small tree beside a huge tree. I pitied it. Living in the shadows of one greater than you, never knowing what it feels like to see the light, it strikes a great resemblance to me then. Shy, reserved and pessimistic, always thinking the odds were against me and I were always to pity. However, since that feeling of pity went through my mind, I felt enraged and really disgusted at myself. I realised that I had always let other people pity me all my life. That small tree had no choice, but I had a choice. Little by little, I turned my life around, I gained confidence and made friends with many, because I realised that I did not want to be that small tree, I never did.

Jun Hiang(June)'s work...

The very first thing I think of is my pet, or rather, ex-pet, tiger. He was always adorable and endearing. He would always wag his tail and circle around me whenever I came home. He was my little ray of light, always around me and comforting me whenever I am down. I would feed him treats, take him down for walks and occasionally, let him sleep on my bed. Yes, he was the apple of my eye. Until one day, my dad sent him to a dentist to extract his tooth and he died there due to an overdose of anaesthetic. It was a sad moment for me, I cried a lot. This may sound dramatic but when you love something a lot, it hurts terribly to let it go. However, I got over it , but I still miss him. Dear Tiger...

Carlin's work...
Time flies, and memories soon will fade. However, there's an incident i will never forget; and that's the memories of me and my pet.
Pets, awesome companions, though how much responsibility you have to shoulder. My pet was a goldfish. It would always swim around in the water, trying to "explore" the tank. Whenever it's feeding time, it would polish off all the food quickly. Whenever I'm feeling down, it cheers me up when i look at it and I would play with it whenever I‘m free.
However, one day after school, when i went to see my goldfish, i was shocked. There, my goldfish, not moving at all. My goldfish died. I was really sad. After all, it was my awesome companion.
Till today, whenever i think of my goldfish, a smile would appear on my face. It left me great memories that i would never forget for life.

Jia Qian's work...

I will always remember how she sulk,when we, me and my mother,made fun of her by calling her a parrot.She was given this nickname as she never stop talking,except for the time when she is sleeping.I am honestly not exaggerating,she practically never stop talking,that's the reason why we call her a parrot.Though it is quite entertaining sometimes,but often times,her constant chatter seriously annoys me,expecially when I am busy with my homework.She was initially very annoyed and upset by us calling her a parrot,but she seems to be getting use to it,as she stopped glaring at me for like ten seconds when I call her a parrot,though I can definitely sense an obvious effort of her trying to stop chatting so much.However,she will always be a parrot to me,just like a cute pet - irritating at times,but entertaining too.

Charlotte's work
There was a tree outside my previous house. It stood alone and I often went there to play.

When I was eight, I was constantly bullied at school. At home, my grandmother was biased towards my brother. My parents were always at work. I cried at night, alone.

One day, I came across the tree. For some unknown reason, I started talking to it, telling all about my problems every day after school. After I told the tree about my problems, I felt very much better and, strangely, stronger. Soon, I was strong enough to overcome the bullying and the biasness

I had to move out of the house not long ago. The house was demolished and the tree cut down, preparing for the semi-detached houses now in the place of them.

I owe a lot to the tree… It made me stronger. I will not forget it.

Maxine's work...
The word “pet” reminds me of my pet! It’s a terrapin named after my kindergarten friend, Andrea. For as much as I could remember, I got this terrapin when I was five. It was probably the best gift for a five-year-old. At that time, it was the size of my palm [my five-year-old palm], and after time, it grew larger and heavier, reaching the size of a mango and the weight of a handphone. I remembered that it had a hexagon swirl on its shell, which was the only special thing about it. One day in 2004, it was a rainy day and the pouring rain eventually swept Andrea away. That day was the last time I ever saw my terrapin. Andrea was my first ever pet and I will never forget it