Question

Write a story with the help of the following story line in about 200-250 words.
(10)
It was my first exam. I was already late. I dashed towards my scooty and put
the key in the ignition. But it wouldn't start. Panic stricken I rushed towards
the main road..​

Answer 1

Answer:

It was my first exam. I was already late. I dashed towards my scooty put the key in the ignition it did not start panic stricken. I rushed towards the main road in hope of catching an auto or anything that could take me to the examination hall. But no auto came that morning. My panic level shot up. I began running towards my destination. I had hardly run a few hundred meters when I began panting.  

I looked over my shoulder to see whether any vehicle was coming or not. I again ran a few hundred meters and stopped to catch my breath. I knew I was going to get late for my exam. Tears began welling up in my eyes. I prayed to God crying, “God, please help me; I don’t want to miss my exam.”

No sooner had I said my prayer than a bike stopped by me. The biker said, “I think you need some help. Kindly, sit behind, I will drop you at your school. I thanked the biker, and thanked profusely to God.  

I reached school in time and just before the start of the exam, I sat at my seat.  

Answer 2

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$<p style="color:cyan;font-family:cursive;background:black;font size:25/40 px;">..IMPORTANCE OF TIME</p><p>The first day of the exams and the subject was the most dreaded, Maths. Mind you. they</p><p>were the Boards. I woke up late, blissfully unaware of the alarm that rang obediently</p><p>at the scheduled time of 5 a.m. I had to rush with my morning ablutions. No time for</p><p>breakfast. The clock struck 8.30. The reporting time at the centre was 9 a.m. and I</p><p>needed 40 minutes to reach.</p><p>Cursing my stars, and shutting my ears to mummy's admonitions, I dashed towards</p><p>my scooty. As fate would have it, the 'fellow' refused to comply. Panic-stricken. I rushed</p><p>towards the main road to find some other means of commuting. The auto-rickshaws</p><p>were on strike, and no taxi was available. I began sweating profusely and tears welled</p><p>up in my eyes.</p><p>Suddenly, a car stopped in front of me. I was shocked to see the occupant. It was none</p><p>other than my English teacher. "Hop in", he said. Taking a detour from his route to our</p><p>school, my most favourite teacher, calmed me down all through the journey, wished me</p><p>luck, and reached me at my centre, exactly at 9 a.m. I secured 98% for Maths for the</p><p>first time in my life, thanks to the good wishes of a great teacher.</p><p>A wonderful teacher and a great human being, I hold him in great esteem even today</p><p>and try to replicate his outlook towards life and relationship with students...$