Week 5 Writing Homework
Write a creative piece about the following theme: A difficult decision.
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A Difficult Decision
Standing at the train station, Sara could feel her heart pounding faster with every passing second. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the noisy, bustling platform. Clutching her ticket tightly, her mind whirled with worry and longing.
A letter in her bag weighed heavier than anything she carried—her dream university had accepted her, but it was far from home. Her younger brother, Ben, needed her. Their mother worked double shifts since their father had passed away. Sara had always helped: preparing meals, helping with homework, comforting Ben through sleepless nights.
Now, standing between staying and going, Sara faced the hardest question of her life: follow her own dream, or stay for her family?
An announcement echoed: “Train to Melbourne, departing in ten minutes.” Her fingers trembled; she could almost hear Ben’s laughter and their mother humming in the kitchen. Tears prickled her eyes.
Sara breathed deeply, remembering her father’s last words: “Take the path that makes you proud to look back.” Fear gripped her, but she stepped forward, heart aching.
With a final look at her town, she boarded the train, whispering a silent promise to come back—to help, to love, to make her journey matter not just for herself, but for them all. The train pulled away, carrying Sara—and her difficult decision—into the unknown.
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They were just two small pieces of paper but they would change his life. On the table the job application laid there motionless urging him to hurry up. But he didn’t know what to do! Thousands of what ifs entered his head, what if I trip, what if I forget what I was doing and panic? He couldn’t decide but he had to. Think David, think! Which one should he choose? He began brainstorming positives and negatives of the two jobs. If he became a haircutter, he could mess up someones hair and get fired. On the other hand, becoming a pilot would be even worse, possibly hundreds of people!
He made up his mind, he would become a haircutter! He banged his head on the brown and smooth table to finalise his decision. This way his brain wouldn’t suddenly decide to be a pilot. He checked his watch, it had been 15 full minutes! He’d spent so much time! He grabbed the haircutter application, or where it had been. When he hit his head on the table, it pushed the two papers to the ground. It wasn’t that much of a problem, the fireplace was half a metre away. He finally went out of his chair, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. It had been so long since he stretched his legs so of course now he had to clumsily trip over. He got up and his brain went into panic mode when he saw that both applications were one inch from the fierce fire.
The fire was gently brushing the edges of the two papers. He gasped, this was the worst moment of his life. He cautiously approached it, trying not to move them in the slightest bit. He stretched his arm forward. Just when it was in reach, it was too late. A huge gust of wind glided towards them, they were blackening into ashes. He slumped back into the chair, feeling strangely relieved? He felt free, with no decisions, just peace. A smile drifted onto his face as he embraced being free.
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A DIFFICULT DECISION
It felt as if the whole world was putting pressure on me. I had two things to decide. Should I go to one school or another. On one hand, Saint college school was closer to my house. It would be easier to come home and cook dinner for my family as well as help my sibling with homework. On the other hand, Mary pre-locomotion public school would give me more opportunities. I panicked as I strained my brain to choose between the two schools.
Just then, a sudden DING popped up into my head. I decided to go for a little walk around the village. As soon as I got out of the house, things felt different. I questioned myself ‘Is it just me or is everybody asking me what school I want to go to?’ I suddenly felt the pain again. What school? What school? My mind swirled, deep in thought. I felt the agony. I felt the jab of devastation. What will my parents think?
Then my phone gave a little twinkle. It was a note from another school. The note read:
Dear GL,
This is a note to ask you to join our school, Jan Saint Poppins. Will you come and visit us? It will be a pleasure to meet you
Kind Regard,
Rita Stan (principal of JSP)
’This,’ I thought,’needs to have some researching done. I searched up the school and found out that it was only 5minutes away from my house. Thus, it let the students actually try out the subject as well as great education. It was rated very high, and had very enthusiastic reviews.
“This is the school I’m looking for!” I shouted.
I filled out the application form right away.
“Wait until I come to that school!” I remarked.
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A Difficult Decision
It felt as if the whole world was pressing on my shoulders, waiting for me to decide. For weeks I had been earning pocket money the hard way. I scrubbed dishes until my fingers wrinkled, hung soggy clothes on the line, and washed Dad’s muddy car until it shone like a silver coin. At last, after all that hard work, I had saved ten dollars. Ten real dollars. They sat warm in my palm, and my heart jumped like a dolphin leaping out of the sea.
But now came the hard part: how should I spend it?
Two choices stood in front of me, a fidget toy or a cuddly stuffed animal. The fluffy toy tempted me. It smelled soft and sweet, and I imagined hugging it every night. But a small voice in my head whispered that I would mostly be asleep and hardly see it.
Then I pictured the fidget toy. It would be exciting at first. I could bring it to school, show my friends, and play with it every day. But deep down, I knew I would get bored. Fidget toys only have a few tricks, and in a month it would probably end up at the bottom of my drawer, forgotten.
I stood there thinking about the hours I had worked for that money. The cold dish water, the heavy laundry basket, the smell of car soap in my hair. I did not want that effort to be wasted on something I would throw away.
After careful thought, I made my decision. In my mind it felt like a quick debate. One voice urged me to choose the fidget toy because it looked exciting. Another reminded me how quickly I would get bored. A sensible voice pointed out how hard I had worked for my money. Then a quiet voice asked which choice would last. When I imagined myself still hugging the soft toy months later, the answer became clear.
I would choose the cuddly toy, something I could keep for years, not weeks. Something that would remind me of the effort I had put in to earn it.
With my mind finally clear, I stepped into the toy store, ready to buy the prize I knew I would treasure.
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Billy was up at 11pm when everyone was sleeping. He had to finish his homework that was due tomorrow: all 35 papers full of intricate questions that take minutes to solve one. After completing the fourth page, he couldn’t stand this torture anymore. It was time he should pull out his secret friend, ChatGPT. It was a simple process: ask the question, write down the formula on a scribbled back, then paste the answer. He could do a page a minute like this! But here’s the thing: his teachers all had a weird habit of catching people using AI every time. He had to choose: continue this and risk getting detention for three days, or stop it and get a restless night. After minutes he could’ve used solving questions, Billy had decided: he would do it the old-fashioned way, how he did the first four papers. Staying up until five to finish his torturous homework, he’d finally finished. One fiendish week was it, every night was like this. He’d come back from school to have afternoon tea, go straight to homework, go outside to play some basketball with the boys, come back for dinner, then spend the night completing homework, doing it as fast as his brain could work while praying to get sleep. Thirty minutes was normally all he could get, but rarely was it more than an hour. The weekends was paradise: spending most of the day in bed, playing games with friends and best of all, no homework.
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