About 350 words. You were an eye witness to a heated argument between two of your neighbors, which turned into a big fight. Narrate what you felt and did at that time.
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It was Monday when I was returning from my school to home. I was very happy as I got good marks in my test and thinking what my mother would say after seeing my test. On reaching my house, I rang the bell of the main gate, but there was no response. After two-three minutes, I tried to push the gate and to my surprise, it easily opened. I was thinking that why my mother had left the door unlocked.
As I entered, I saw all the things displaced from their original position. My cupboard was open and all my clothes were lying out on the bed, the television was on. The water was also overflowing from the bucket as the tap lay open. I couldn't understand what had happened in the house. In the morning, I had read about many news of robbery, kidnapping, etc., in the newspaper. I felt very frightened. I again called out to my mom, but there was no reply. I searched each and every room, but found nothing except silence. I rang my mother, but I found that her phone was in the house. I went to my neighbour, Mr. Singh's house and asked whether they knew anything, but I got no information from them. I decided to call my relatives, but just then, a car came to the door of my house and someone started honking repeatedly.
I quickly rushed to the door to see who it was and to my astonishment, I found my parents standing there. They were equally surprised to see me. My mother wept bitterly on seeing me and hugged me. She kissed my forehead repeatedly.
After an initial moment of shock and surprise, I asked them where they had been all this while. My father mentioned that my mother had received a call from a man who informed her that a boy in a school uniform, riding a bicycle was knocked down by a car. They got the number from the identity card he was wearing. They got panicked thinking that it was me who had met with an accident. In fear and panic leaving things as they were, they rushed to the spot only to find that the boy had been taken to a nearby hospital. Reaching the hospital they found that the boy's condition was serious and an operation was the need of the hour. So the boy was in the Operating Room fighting against death. They waited till the operation was over and the doctor came out with a smile and announced that the operation was successful and the boy will soon recover. They took a sigh of relief and then rushed back home thinking I would be waiting for them. When they saw me safe and sound this added to their happiness. After hearing their story, I told them that my friend and I were playing a prank and I had given my identity card to him and forgot to take it after school was over. Nevertheless, we were very glad that everything ended with well. I will never forget that day, as it got Mom, Dad and I closer than ever.
I have made this composition from someone's answer I saw on this website but I added some extra lines to it in order to reach 300 words. I wrote this for my assignment.
People have become so volatile, they have so little tolerance that even a trifle is enough to ignite their temper. Street fights are becoming more and more frequent. Once I witnessed such a fight from close quarters.
It was a pleasant Sunday evening. Sunday is a day of rest and repose. People either stay at home and relax or go out in the company of family or mends to enjoy themself. In either case, they get relief from their routine work of the week. There are, however, some of us who go on accumulating work and postpone it for Sunday. Right after the breakfast, they get busy and doing the work they have piled up for Sunday. The drudgery goes on till evening. Let stick to the topic, it was a pleasant Sunday evening and i was returning from my tutions as usual. I saw two boys quarreling for a ball. But before I reached there, two ladies came out from the adjoining houses to find out why their children were crying. Instead of separating the kids, surprisingly they started quarreling amongst themselves. A slanging match started. Voice were raised.
Soon many ladies came out of their houses and surrounded them. None tried to stop them. Some even added fuel to fire by their comments. It seemed as if they had used up all their abusive vocabulary and were about to come to blows. One had already started tearing the hair of the other. Then my grandmother came out. She is somewhat hard of hearing. Even she heard their voices. She in her forthright manner scolded both and silenced them. Then she enquired about the reason. To everyone’s surprise they both told that the son of the other one had taken her son’s ball, and was quarreling with him. I could not help laughing when i saw that both the boys were playing happily with that very ball a few minutes later.