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A bad habit

When I was younger, I used to tell lies to make people
panic and laugh at them. However, an incident happened
two years ago which made me kick the bad habit.

The afternoon, I thought I was alone at home. Taking out a
big empty tin, I put it near the door and burnt some papers
in it. The smoke of the flames was blown out to the
corridor by the breeze. Hoping that the smoke would fool
my neighbors, I started shouting, “Fire! Fire!”

I hid behind the door to see what the fierce fat lady next
door would do. To my surprise, I heard a loud “bang”
coming from my bedroom, followed by my granny’s cry. I
rushed into the room and saw her lying on the floor,
holding her left arm and groaning in pain.

The fat neighbor heard the cry and came in. She
immediately sent my granny to the hospital. I went along.
The doctor told us that my granny had fractured her left
arm.

A blackout

We were all watching a humorous television program and
laughing gaily. The next moment, it was pitch-dark. I was
too surprised to open my mouth, but my little sister, Alice
screamed shrilly.

My elder brother immediately told her to shut up. Our

parents had gone for a show, so big Peter was to take
charge. He felt his way into his room to get his torch.
Bang! “Ouch!” Peter must have knocked into his big
chair. Soon, we saw a beam of light and Peter came out of
his room, rubbing his left knee.

He told us to follow him to the kitchen to hunt for candles
and matches. We rummaged through the drawers and
found twelve small colored candles and a box of matches.
I realized the candles were the ones used for my birthday
a few days ago.

Together, we went back to the sitting-room and lit the
candles. Peter arranged the candles in a semi-circle on
the glass table and they gave a warm and cheerful glow.

To while away the time, Peter told us a fairytale. However,
before the tale ended, the lights came on. We felt proud
that we had handled the situation well and looked forward
to telling our parents about it.