The Night of the Robbery

Last Friday night was like any other evening in our quiet neighborhood. My family
and I had just finished dinner, and I was settling down to watch my favorite TV
show. Suddenly, we heard the loud sound of a siren outside. It was unusual for our
peaceful street, so we rushed to the window to see what was happening.

Through the window, we saw two police cars parked outside Mr. Ahmed’s house.
Mr. Ahmed is an elderly man who lives alone, and he’s well-known in our
community for his kindness. People in the neighborhood often visited him to help
with groceries or just to chat. We could see Mr. Ahmed standing at his front door,
looking worried as he spoke to the police officers.

I could hardly believe my ears when I overheard my dad talking to a neighbor

about what had happened. Earlier that evening, while Mr. Ahmed was watching
TV, he heard a noise in his kitchen. Thinking it was his cat, he ignored it. But then,
he noticed that his back door was slightly open. As he went to close it, he saw
someone wearing a black hoodie trying to sneak into his house! Mr. Ahmed
immediately shouted for help, and the thief ran off, leaving behind some items he
was trying to steal.

The police were investigating, and they assured Mr. Ahmed that they would do
everything possible to find the robber. The whole neighborhood felt unsettled after
the incident. It was a reminder that, even in our quiet community, we need to be
cautious.

Later, we all decided to take turns checking on Mr. Ahmed. The experience taught
me the importance of looking out for one another, and it brought us closer as a
neighborhood. We all felt lucky that no one was hurt and that Mr. Ahmed was safe.

The Day I Saw an Accident

It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, and I was walking home from school with my
friend, Sarah. We were chatting about our homework when we heard a loud
screech of tires and a bang. Startled, we turned around to see what had happened.

A car had skidded on the wet road and crashed into a streetlight on the corner near
the bakery. The driver, a young man, seemed shocked but unhurt, and he quickly
got out of the car. I could see that the front of the car was dented, and one of the
headlights was broken. A few people nearby rushed over to help, and one of them
called the emergency services.

I felt a bit nervous and didn’t know what to do, but I was relieved when an
ambulance and a police car arrived just a few minutes later. The paramedics
checked on the driver to make sure he was okay, and the police spoke to some of
the witnesses, including Sarah and me. I told them what I saw – how the car had
been driving along when it suddenly swerved and hit the streetlight.

The police thanked us for the information and asked us to be careful as we walked
home. Afterward, I felt a mixture of emotions – relieved that no one was hurt, but
also a bit shaken from seeing an accident up close. When I got home, I told my
parents about what happened, and they reminded me of the importance of staying
alert and safe on the road.

Seeing the accident made me realize how quickly things can go wrong and that
even small distractions can lead to big problems. It was a day I won’t easily forget.

My First Day in Year 5

The morning of my first day in Year 5 felt exciting and a bit scary. I woke up
early, dressed in my new uniform, and had breakfast quickly. My mum could tell I
was nervous and gave me a big hug, saying, “You’re going to do great!” I smiled
and felt a little better as we walked to school together.

When I arrived at school, everything looked familiar, yet different. I saw some of
my old friends from Year 4, and we exchanged nervous smiles as we made our
way to the new classroom. Our teacher, Mrs. Taylor, stood by the door, greeting
each of us with a warm smile. She had a friendly face, which made me feel more
relaxed. “Welcome to Year 5!” she said, and I felt proud to be moving up to a new
grade.

Inside the classroom, I quickly found a seat next to my friend, Liam. We looked
around at the new displays on the walls, which were full of bright posters and
interesting facts about things we’d be learning this year. Mrs. Taylor began by
introducing herself and telling us about all the exciting topics we’d be covering,
like science experiments and ancient history. She even said we’d be going on a
field trip to the science museum!
After that, we played a game to get to know each other better, even though many
of us had been classmates for years. We each had to say our name and one
interesting fact about ourselves. I said that I loved drawing, and Liam said he was
learning to play the guitar. It was fun hearing everyone share, and I realized I was
already starting to feel comfortable.

The rest of the day flew by. We organized our books, got our new timetables, and
even did a short writing activity about our summer holidays. By the time the bell
rang for the end of the day, I felt happy and excited for the year ahead. Year 5
seemed like it would be challenging, but also a lot of fun.

That night, I told my parents all about my day. My mum smiled and said, “See, I
told you it would be great!” And I had to agree – my first day in Year 5 was a
memorable one, and I was looking forward to everything that was to come.

Starting Year 5 a Little Late

This year, I started Year 5 a week after school had already begun. My family had
been on a trip, and we returned later than planned. Even though I was excited about
starting a new class, I felt nervous walking into school after everyone else had
already settled in.

As I walked through the gates, I noticed that everything seemed a little different –
new posters on the walls, new classmates, and a new teacher. I took a deep breath
and headed towards my new classroom. When I reached the door, I saw Mrs.
Thomas, my Year 5 teacher, talking to the class. She spotted me, smiled warmly,
and waved me in.

“Everyone, we have a new friend joining us today,” Mrs. Thomas announced, and I
felt my cheeks turn red as all eyes turned to me. “This is Sarah. She’ll be joining us
for the rest of the year.” I managed a small wave and quickly found a seat near the
back.

At first, it was hard to follow what was going on. The class was already talking
about some topics I hadn’t studied yet. I felt a little behind and worried that I
wouldn’t catch up. But Mrs. Thomas must have noticed because, after class, she
came over to my desk and reassured me. She told me not to worry and that I could
always ask questions or stay after school if I needed any help.

By lunch, things were already starting to feel better. I saw a few familiar faces
from last year, and they came over to say hi. My friend Liam showed me where we
were supposed to line up for lunch and introduced me to some new classmates.
After lunch, I even managed to join in a game of football, which helped me feel
more at ease.

At the end of the day, Mrs. Thomas gave me some worksheets to help catch up on
what I had missed, and I felt grateful that she was so kind and understanding.
Although starting late was challenging, I felt better knowing I had friends and a
supportive teacher to help me along the way.

By the time I walked out of school that afternoon, I was already feeling like part of
the class. I realized that even though I had missed the first week, there was still
plenty of time to learn, make new friends, and have a great year.