A picture-guided essay by Danielle (8 years old)
The school bus picks my brother and me up every morning. The bus is big and orange in colour. Mr Wan, the bus driver is a burly man with a friendly smile. He is a careful driver.
I like sitting next to the window. My best friend, Aiman sits with me. He doesn’t mind taking the aisle seat. Aiman is in my class and guess what, he sits beside me too.
The bus always stops at the school gate. We run quickly to our classroom, eager for the lessons to begin. Our favourite subject is English because we like Miss Shirley, our English teacher most. We both think she is the best teacher at school.