The composition of our life can not be without our friends, because friends can be our laughter-making machine, our cardiotonic, our emotional trash bin, or our mischelf-maker. Friends are amusing, supportive, although they are sometimes also disruptive and annoying; however, these together paint and depict our colorful life scrolls.
Turning off the screaming Pikachu Alarm, I woke up normally at 6:45, another normal school day. After brushing my teeth and finishing my breakfast, roasted toast and porridge, I pushed the bicycle out of my house. The wheels quickly began to rotate on the trail, accelerating; the music gradually began to revolve in my mind, lingering; the wind suddenly began to inflate in my shirt, blowing. Everything was relaxing, but I did feel a little strange because the ride was too relaxing.
At the stop sign of the cross road to the school, I met my classmate, Yi. Riding on our bicycles, we nodded to each other. However, the dramatic smile on his cunning face surprised me, I asked:
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t you feel too relieved today?”
“Excuse me?” I was so confused; sometimes it’s really hard to understand his intentions because he always made jokes and japes.
Suddenly his laughter blasted. Under my baffled stares, he ceased laughing being. He then grabbed stomach and gasped the words, “Why doesn’t a student have his school backpack on his way to the school.” Yi then continued his endless laughing.
I immediately tapped my back, there was nothing there. I felt so embarrassed, turning around my bike, I began to ride home as fast as I could. As I was riding against the tide, I saw a lot of familiar faces, my schoolmates, my classmates, and my friends. It was pretty obvious but strange when you were against the flow; therefore, many of them asked me about what happened along the way home, and I answered quickly. Although it has been such a long time, I still remember that my best friend comforted me: “Don’t rush, just ride safely. You got time, it is ok.” All these brief reminders really warmed my heart. Finally, I reached the school on time, with my backpack on, which had been laying on the shoe shelf.
My story had already circulated around the classroom, I never thought that I would be under the spotlight because of not bringing my backpack to the school. However, after the first class, my friends all gathered around me; although they did taunt me about forgetting my backpack, which I admit is really ridiculous, they give me any suggestions about how to overcome this. The suggestions were really silly when reminding myself of them; for example, call me before I go to school to assure I have my bag; change my alarm name to: “Take your school backpack” and so on, but I did feel the sympathies and concerns from all my friends.
I can’t imagine my life without my friends. They can provide me with laughter and embarrassment; they help me, they support me; meanwhile, they taunt me and make fun of me. However, most importantly, friends are always there for me, they can color my life scrolls; they can fill my life blanks; they can make me feel alive.
There are still some grammatic problems throughout the essay, and the description and dialogue could’ve been more detailed and vivid, or even humorous. Moreover, the introduction is a little bit off along with the other contexts, maybe next time I can use a more natural way to introduce. my story instead of explaining like a critical essay.