Ten Crazy Excuses For Not Completing My Homework.

For ten consecutive days, I hadn’t done my math  homework and for each day I gave my teacher one of these ten excuses per day to ponder upon…….

  •  A thief who looked like Bruce Lee, came and attacked me, after which he scurried away with my homework.
  •  We went to the dryers and my mom said that it looked dirty, so she put it in the washing machine.
  • A Dinosaur came up to me and snatched my homework and then claimed the food was giving him a headache, as it was way to full of problems.
  • My pet dog put it in a sandwich and then put a little ketchup, a little mustard and a little Peri-Peri sauce in it, and finally, gobbled it up greedily.
  • My mind, or rather the mathematics part of it was asleep, and I didn’t succeed in waking it up, so I didn’t complete it.
  • An ant army marched up to my homework and tore it up to take it back home as a present for their Queen.
  • I landed on the sun, and the sun’s heat was too much for the paper, so it burnt.
  • I went to my aunt’s house to meet her daughter Zarlish, and the little girl threw all of her food on it. But I don’t blame her. She’s only one year old.
  • My aunt needed a copy so I gave her mine.
  • I was revising  next year’s assignment and I left it at home.

My National Heroine

My National Heroine is Arfa Karim. She was a Pakistani student and computer prodigy who, in 2004, at the age of nine, became the Youngest Microsoft Certificated Professional. She kept this title until 2008. Arfa represented Pakistan on various international forums. A science park in Lahore, the Arfa Software Technology Park was named after her. She was also invited by Bill Gates to visit the Microsoft Headquarters in the USA. She was born in Faisalabad, Punjab. Her awards were The Fatima Jinnah Gold Medal, Salaam Pakistan Youth Award and last but not least, President Pride Of Performance. But, Alas, in 2011, at the age of 16 on the 22nd of December she suffered a cardiac arrest that damaged her brain. She was admitted to Lahore’s Combined Military Hospital in critical condition. Bill Gates directed the doctors to adapt every measure possible. On 13th Jan 2012, Arfa started to improve and some parts of her brain was showing signs of improvement as well.But, sadly, the next day she was dead.
I think Arfa Karim is the true Pakistani Queen. Do you agree ? Or not ?

Happy New Year !!

Happy New Year guys ! I hope your year was just as good as mine ! I’m glad to have survived another year. Hopefully this New Year will be as fun as the last, as much as a roller coaster as the last and just as memorable as the last as well. Tell me about your most happy memory of this.. I mean last year 🙂

Important Notice.

Hi ! Whoa, whoa, put down your pitchforkes ! I can explain ! Actually, i can’t.
*runs away before the angry mob catches her*
i decided to try and uptade daily. S, from tommorow onwards, i solemnly swear i will write a story. i dug up my old creative writing copy from 5th Grade, and according to a few of my family members, it was good. not brilliant, but good. So, for them, i’m gonna write one story daily. M’kay ? now, please lower your pitchforks…. Good…. Now i have to go before my aunt kills me. bye !

School Is Not As Fun As You Think….

After a whole year, school became a bore. Nothing but maths, english, science, social studies and chinese. Unless, of course, you count friends. They are like family. They take care of you and they stick with you. You soon find out some are not your friends, but enemies. In my head, that was Beeya. I thought she held a grudge against me but it was someone else who did. My best friend was Izzah. I thought we would always be friends, but when Beeya came along, something changed. She became buddies with Beeya but forgot about me. I must sound like a whiny brat right now but i could hardly care less. I was hurt. And I felt betrayed. Not by her. By all of my friends. I spent a year in isolation, and after a while, I began to like it. Being alone. It was much more quiet. I could sing all i wanted. I could read. I could be myself. But I was broken.Even though i tried to cut them out, ignore them, whispers followed me in class. Things like ” She’s such a fatso” ” ugh, does she really think her voice sounds good ? I’ve heard crows better than her “.  After a few months, Saba and Emaan came to me and apologized. Me, being me, forgave them. One by one, piece by piece, my friends  returned. Over summer holiday, Beeya messaged me and apologized as well. And since i had not learned my lesson, I forgave her. Little did I know that 6th grade would be more eventful than the 5th and I was booked for a rollercoaster ride…