A News Report on my Classmate ..

A News report on my Classmate - Ansh Mujral

I wrote this report after a brief interview with my classmate Ansh Mujral in my 4th grade class.

Mr. Ansh Mujral is a sporty character. He's smart and math is his way to go. He is 9 years old, and his favorite color is orange. He loves baseball, and MLB2K13 is his favorite game of all times. Ansh says,"My life is great,even with my brother". When Ansh grows up he wants to be a great baseball player and ride in a metal colored Lamborghini.

 Mr.Ansh was born in Singapore which is hotter than a blazing fire,and calmer than water flowing in a peaceful river. He is best friends with his beloved Mom. He loves orange chicken but hates spinach. Geromino Stilton books are his favorite. No one is more is more  unique than Mr. Ansh Mujral !!

By Vignesh Manikandan

The Sword - A Story ...

 

Chapter 1

   A early breeze woke me up from my soft bed. I slowly dragged my legs to the bathroom. "Ugh" I moaned. I brushed my teeth and made a straight beeline to kitchen. I fixed a breakfast for myself. I usually pour cinnamon toast flakes into my bowl of cereal and start chomping on the soggy flakes. Sadly, I had to take the healthy cereal because my sugary cereal was empty. As I started munching on my healthy breakfast, a loud sound came from the backyard . BOOM! Dust flew everywhere in the house. What is happening?! I thought. As I made my way to the backyard, I saw something gold and shiny. I raced to the shining gold light. As the dust cleared, I found myself in the backyard in front of a gold shiny katana with a silver  handle. I noticed a V was carved on the sword. Then I heard my dad grumpily call to me, "VIGNESH !!!! ARE YOU THERE?" I dashed to my dad and showed him the katana and was amazed at the sight. He asked' "How did it get there?" I narrated the whole story to him and he thought for a second. He said that we can ask the sword maker in our town after I eat my breakfast. I stuffed all the food an we both went to the the sword maker shop and he was speechless. He said that he heard a rumor about whoever holds that sword will become the chosen one to save the world. Suddenly something zoomed in the shop. We saw a  purple bat with a drawing of a skull on its chest. The bat shot a blast of purple energy and it hit the door in the shop. It shattered into pieces and the bat flew away. I looked outside and trembled with fear. Villagers were running around being chased by weird animals that were wearing a skull. The world needs me I thought.

.. To be Continued...

Dear Mom !

Mom!
You are the person leading me to the right path.
You are like an angel in my world.
You are the official guide to me.
You lead me to the right road. But one day, I will have to lead my life by myself.
Your heart will be always with my heart, though.  I am happy that now you are with me.
When I grow up you will always be in my mind. I am having a good life with you.
I am a puny kid now, but one day, I will show you how smart I am, and I will make you proud.


Mom!
You are my true leader !
You are smarter than anyone.
You are more brave than a firefighter in a burning building.
You are elegant as a swan drifting in a pond of sparkling water.
You are graceful as a ballerina twirling on your toe.
You are a mother that has a lovely heart.

Thank you Mom, I will always remember you.

From,
Your Son - Vignesh