The penetrating sound of Tom's clock pierced through the air. However, he was still in deep slumber, ignoring the noise from the alarm clock. Using his fluffy pillow to cover his ears, he tried to muffle the annoying sound.
“Tom, you are already late for school!” Tom's maid cried as she rudely whipped off the bedcovers. Tom stirred a little and blearily starred at the clock. “What! Already six thirty! I am running late!” Tom exclaimed. His eyes went as big as as the saucers as he instantly shot into action and wiped away the sleep from his eyes. He dashed into the bathroom and changed into his school uniform swiftly. Next, he grabbed his school bag and devoured his breakfast in a rush.
The thunder suddenly boomed like a cannon. “Don't forget your umbrella, Tom! It looks like it is going to rain anytime soon,” his maid reminded in a nagging tone. Sadly, her advice fell on deaf ears as Tom had already zoomed out of the house and spurted to the bus-stop.
The thunder rumbled again and the lightning zigzagged across the grey sky. Within seconds, the rain poured down in torrents. Tom used his school bag to cover his head but it was useless. The downpour was so heavy that he was drenched from head to toe like a soaked duck. In a distance, he spotted the bus 911 but it was too late. It rumbled off and disappeared down the street without him.
Tom waited edgily for the next 911. The cold wind blew and he was shivering like a leaf. He kept glancing impatiently at his watch, praying for time to slow down. He could almost imagine the tigeress discipline mistress, Mrs Lee, breathing down his neck for being late. Splash! A Toyota MPV glided past and sent puddles of water all over him. “Oh dear!” Tom cursed the car under his breath. He felt miserable and wished he had listened to his maid's advice.
After a long wait, the bus finally came. He boarded the bus which reached his destination quicklyl. When he approached the school, there was no one there. He realised it was a public holiday. He dawned on him that he and his maid were so blurred that day. However, a great sense of relief still swept over him. At least, he would not be reprimanded for being late. He made his way home, walking in the torrential downpour. The next day, he came down with a high fever and swore never to oversleep again.
“Tom, you are already late for school!” Tom's maid cried as she rudely whipped off the bedcovers. Tom stirred a little and blearily starred at the clock. “What! Already six thirty! I am running late!” Tom exclaimed. His eyes went as big as as the saucers as he instantly shot into action and wiped away the sleep from his eyes. He dashed into the bathroom and changed into his school uniform swiftly. Next, he grabbed his school bag and devoured his breakfast in a rush.
The thunder suddenly boomed like a cannon. “Don't forget your umbrella, Tom! It looks like it is going to rain anytime soon,” his maid reminded in a nagging tone. Sadly, her advice fell on deaf ears as Tom had already zoomed out of the house and spurted to the bus-stop.
The thunder rumbled again and the lightning zigzagged across the grey sky. Within seconds, the rain poured down in torrents. Tom used his school bag to cover his head but it was useless. The downpour was so heavy that he was drenched from head to toe like a soaked duck. In a distance, he spotted the bus 911 but it was too late. It rumbled off and disappeared down the street without him.
Tom waited edgily for the next 911. The cold wind blew and he was shivering like a leaf. He kept glancing impatiently at his watch, praying for time to slow down. He could almost imagine the tigeress discipline mistress, Mrs Lee, breathing down his neck for being late. Splash! A Toyota MPV glided past and sent puddles of water all over him. “Oh dear!” Tom cursed the car under his breath. He felt miserable and wished he had listened to his maid's advice.
After a long wait, the bus finally came. He boarded the bus which reached his destination quicklyl. When he approached the school, there was no one there. He realised it was a public holiday. He dawned on him that he and his maid were so blurred that day. However, a great sense of relief still swept over him. At least, he would not be reprimanded for being late. He made his way home, walking in the torrential downpour. The next day, he came down with a high fever and swore never to oversleep again.
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