make a sstory and at last paragraph u should add this suddenly i heard someone shouting wake up you are late to school. plz help me this my assignment ......who can do it i will see
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he silence of the evening was broken when I heard my sister’s shrill cry. I was in the room next to her’s and had to run to see what had happened. When I went to the room, I saw lying on the floor in the most perplexed position I had ever seen. My sister had sprained her leg while trying to copy a dance routine.
This wasn’t the first time she had sprained her leg and this wasn’t the first time she was going to give up. that was the deal with my sister. She pursued something with all her heart till the time she sprained her leg. Last month she was into basketball but she gave it up as soon as she sprained her leg. the month before that, she was into swimming. I do not know how one could sprain their leg while swimming, but my sister did. It is difficult for me to remember all the things that she pursued because the list is too big.
Sometimes when I see her, I feel like the older sister. There is only one thing I am really passionate about and that is music. I love listening to and making music. It’s funny how my sister can be so passionate about something and be completely indifferent about it as soon as she has sprained her leg.
Her fickleness was what annoyed me. This nature of her’s was not limited to her “passion”. It transcended to the colour of her hair. Her hair colour changed every month! Sometimes I even pitied her hair for all the damage that she did to them. That’s my sister. Too fickle.
Another thing that kept changing with the colour of her hair was her man. At the beginning of the month she had a new lover and every month ended in tears for her. It had become like a drill for the rest of the family. At the end of each month, everybody in the house was employed to console the broken hearted one and she was brought ice cream. Every time she promised herself that she would not fall into the trap but that never helped. In the next two days, she would find herself attached to yet another man, only to be left heartbroken. Again. As a child, I always thought that she was only putting up an act to get more ice cream. Now I know, that is how she is.
My sister is naive and gullible. She is fickle. She is too good. She thinks changing her hair colour gives her a new start. She thinks a new man is a new her. She is dependent and she thinks that’s cute. She changes her passion to suit the man’s preference. The sprain is only an excuse to discontinue her activities after the break up.
When I looked at my sister lying on the ground, I was tempted to click a picture of her in her deplorable state, as a joke. I realised what this sprain meant. This meant that someone had dumped her this time. This meant that she was not in a relationship with that someone anymore. This meant that her eyes were finally off the man I so wanted for myself. She won’t be seeing him anymore.
I knew this would work. I knew coating the floor with talcum powder would work wonders. I knew she would slip and fall. I knew that I could get him to leave her. I knew I could win. Yes. At the end of the day, it is about winning. I did not want to lose. Especially not to my sister. I hate for being so fickle. I hate her for assuming that everything will work in the way she wants it to and I hate her most for trying to have what should be mine.
So this time, I let her lie on the ground and think about her life.
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