When I was in high school,I had a shameful event.I met my friends from shcool to visit one of our teachers.We met and went there.It was far a bit.We stayed there some time and we left there but we had to wait bus.It as dark and we were crowded.While we were giong bus station,a few of my friends went from the front.We arrived bus station and I saw a boy who was sitting comfortably and I thought that he was one of my friends because it was too dark.I got angry with him and I said you could sit matronly.Then my friends started to laugh loudly and I understood that the boy wasn't my friend and I started laugh.I apologized mant times from him but he didn't say even a word.H e was so rude,I think.

It was a snowy day in december.George, jazz musician , was bored so much and he decided to go out for looking a gift. While he was looking for something in a shopping mall, he found a identification card on the floor. He thought it was fallen by some one. He made the name on it announced in the shopping mall. It belonged to a girl whose name is Angela. The girl came near George to take her identification card.They met and Angela thanked him. Angela offered going to cafe to show her gratitude.They drank coffe together and they talked about everything.George liked her so much and he invited her to his concert. She accepted his invitation. But she went there with her boy friend.George shocked when he saw them. George’s hopes fell through.He went on his mundane and boring life.

Internet Addiction

Internet has a lot of advantages but of course it has disadvantages too.One of them is that you can be an addicted.This is so bad for you because when you become an addicted to internet you can forget everything even eating.And then you start hindering your works which you should do.You spend hours with internet and also health problems are starting for you.Like headache,problems with your eyes,back ache...If you want to get rid of this bad habit,you should be far away computer and take psychological help.

Our House

We built a house in second life with my friends.Firstly we built the floor.Then we built the walls.We had four walls.We built the roof and our roof had a strange shape.Lastly we changed the colour of our house.The walls of our house are red and the roof of our house is green.

Charles Dickens

It is London.Michaelmas term is lately over and the Lord Chanceller is sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.It is an implacable November weather.As much mud is in the streets as if the waters had bur newly retired from the face of the earth and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus,forty feet long or so,waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill.Smoke is lowering down from chimney-pots,making a soft black drizzle,with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes,gone into mourning,one might imagine for the death of the sun.Dogs are undistinguishable in mire.Horses,scarcely better,splashed to their very blinkers.Foot passengers are jostling one another's umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper and losing their foot-holdat street corners,where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke(if this day ever broke),adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud,stickin at those points tenaciously to the pavement and accumulating at compound interest.