Just In Time
"Come on, Sasha," my father shouted. "Put the book down and get your clarinet(竖笛). We have to leave now if you don't want to miss the class."
A clarinet class? I thought to myself. . Yes, I would like to miss the class. "Coming". I got out of the bed and picked up my clarinet and rushed to the car.
My dad started the engine and we drove off. "Hope you have a wonderful class," my dad said. "In my dream," I spoke very quietly. "Not again," my dad said angrily.
I look out of the window. "Car traffic", I said under my breath with a big smile. This is my lucky day because I am going to miss the class.
While we were waiting for the cars to start driving again, I was sitting in my car seat, singing a song. . What's important is that I was going to miss the class. "Great! Ten minutes passed," I said excitedly. My dad looked at me angrily. The car started to move.
"Finally," my dad took a deep breath. We got there and I had only missed a few minutes of the class..
"Just in time, Sasha. I was thinking you might be getting worried that you were going to miss the class," my teacher made a joke on me –knowing well that I hate the clarinet class!
A. Unhappily, I went into the classroom B. Oh, right, I had clarinet class C. Anyway, that's not important D. I shouted at the top of my voice E. I saw what was happening outside |