• A female character called Natasha
• Studying standard 4, 10 years old
• Dark skin color, fat, not pretty
• Weak in study, Hate friendliness
• Not being perfect to people around
• She think all her negative behavior gives her problem
• Her mother always scold, Her father always hate her
• Teachers always punish her, Friends always tease her
• But, she admire fantasy
• She wants to leave the earth to reach fantasy world
A paragraph from the character's perspective
Did Cinderella go to school? Did sleeping beauty finish her homework? Or did snow white get irritated by people around? Nah that is fantasy! Magic only happen in fantasy. Unfortunately, I’m still in the realistic world that full of ignorance and haters for me. I’m always with mother who scolds, father who hates teacher who punishes and friends who teases. That is my life! “Natasha, Natasha!” Oh, my mom calling! I’m getting late to school, I realized. “Stop dreaming you lazy girl”. That’s the first words from dad that strikes my ears each day. Besides, my school mates are another pest that fills my day with teases. Sometimes I wished I would own Harry’s wand to change them to ugly, croaking frog. So stressed up. It’s been 10 years I’m in this sucking world. All this makes me to wonder why fantasy does not really exist now? I wish to be a part of them. No school, no friends or parents that make my life dreadful. I’m still dreaming to live happily ever after.
A set of attributes of a chosen setting
• Story starts in her house, early morning
• Reaching school compound
• School field
• Classroom
• Canteen
• All happen in the morning
A paragraph for the chosen setting
Again I’m late for school. After my parents blabbering, now it’s my teacher’s turn. Standing alone at the school gate; searching for the guard to open the gate. “I’m earlier than him I think”. While waiting, I saw some old ladies was cleaning my school compound. This school is just a nice place to study except for people inside. As I entered, I saw a group of boys preparing for our school annual sports day. On the other side, some boys are about to broke into fight. Boys are always boys. Ah, here comes my favorite spot, the school field! I will sit here to overcome my sadness and the greenish view really shoots me down. By reaching my class corridor, I look at my watch. It’s 8.10! My teacher voice hits my eardrum with full force. “Again, better late then never! Faster get in”. I’m astonished. Is that my teacher? How could she turn into an angel pass a night? As time passes, my stomach starts to growl. Oh god! Please send a cupid to forward clock to 10.25am, my recess time. Through window I can see appealing canteen foods that soon going to fill my tummy. The canteen is waving at me right now.
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