I Hate Dancing

• Norita Rizvi, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2011

One day my big sister told me that grandpa was going to visit our house.

Tomorrow !
And he loves dancing so it would be good for you to dance to give grandpa a warm welcome. I’m sure he’d love it. I had to say.’’YES’’to my big sister so that she doesn’t think that I can’t do this job any way I thought it was just to easy but it turned out to be really really hard.
Tomorrow !

Then I hurried into my room and practiced.
It went a bit like this, 1, 2, 3, 4 BOOM.
I kept a record of failing. Then it went a bit good……….
Because Grandpa was to be here by tomorrow morning.
Finally I reached my last steps and it took me six hours to learn the whole dance. Later on
I kept on practicing until I was good at it. Then I ate dinner and went to bed. I was excited and nervous. I heard the birds chirping and it was the sign of morning. I rushed into the toilet and brushed my teeth and washed my face and changed my clothes. After that I had breakfast and suddenly I heard a knock on the door, yeah, it was grandpa.
'Welcome grandpa' I said, and hugged him. When he set down I started to dance, grandpa loved it and gave me a $100 to spend. And we lived happily ever after.

Norita Rizvi
3/4g age 9
246 words