“Jump!” said Maria. She was playing with her goldfish. She didn't know why her goldfish wouldn’t do what she said.
“But I didn’t understand the instruction,” Goldy bubbled silently
“Maria!” a voice called. Maria went chasing after the voice. When Maria was gone Goldy swam around in his fish bowl in dismay as he finally figured out what Maria had said, but was still not sure why he couldn’t jump out of the water like those flying fishes he saw on the TV. Then he finally figured out a reason! Everyone had their own talents and his was blowing bubbles!
“But I didn't understand the instructions…” That was what was running through my head constantly during the PE lesson. I just didn't get it. I just hoped the whistle wouldn’t blow.
I spoke too soon. That’s my luck, and before you could say ‘dodgeball’ I felt a slam in the face. I woke up after my slumber. I saw the wooden floor, stained in red. I must have been knocked out… I was aching all over. Maybe that would explain the bruises. The words were still in my head. I should have listened carefully. How didn’t I expect that?
Melanie just woke up. She seemed very excited. She quickly ran downstairs to get breakfast. Then excitedly she dashed into her bedroom to her bathroom. Melanie was baking cake for her grandma. It was grandma’s birthday. She decided she would bake a cake. So she went to her mom (who was doing yoga) asking her how to bake a cake. Her mom told her the recipe, but Melanie didn't quite get it.
“But I didn’t understand the instruction,” mumbled Melanie.
“What was that?” asked her mom.
“N-nothing umm… thanks mum,” said Melanie. Melanie dashed into the kitchen and started baking.
One day me and my family were going on a trip in our car, we were using a G.P.S to find our way. Suddenly we turned a wrong right and got lost. Me and my mum were very mad at my dad for making us get lost. But all my dad said was,
“But I didn’t understand the instructions.” We had heard this excuse many times before, this happened lots. We just rolled our eyes at him. In the end we had to call the police. We found our way luckily!
This is the story of how I got an F- in maths. So this is how it starts: on a Monday I was in maths lesson and we were doing algebra. I am not good at algebra so I had to focus more than usual in class. I listened but all I heard is gibberish. I turned around. I saw someone. He was the chatterbox and I knew at this moment I’ve just made my maths a F-. I tried to focus but I didn’t understand the instructions. I screamed for my life.
I was sent to detention after that.
It had all gone wrong. Hamish was supposed to be in and out in five minutes. (It had been an hour.) Suddenly a bang came from the building and out came Hamish.
“Where have you been,” I asked. “All you had to do was sneak upstairs and turn off the lights.”
But I didn’t understand the instructions.”
“Well that doesn’t matter now, we must carry on with the mission.” I said trying to get back the challenge ahead. I understood that it was hard to sneak past 100 guards but it shouldn’t take that long. No more than fifteen minutes!
The whistle sounded and fifteen students scattered around the court. I stayed on the edge of the pitch, hoping the ball wouldn’t smack me in the face by an aggressive team player. I’d never been good at football; never ever. But then…
‘Gaia! Get the ball!’
I’d been daydreaming when Eugene explained how the game works. But I didn’t understand the instructions. All I caught was the occasional don’t hit your teammates in the face.
It only lasted a second, but a pain struck my left cheek. Dizzily, I fell backwards into a strange, peaceful, dreamless kind of sleep.
One day I was in a meeting room with my client when he was giving an instruction. He was speaking too fast. At the end of it, he asked “do you understand?” I answered yes but I didn’t understand the instruction. It was something about going on a building top and snipe a hostage taker but I didn’t know what he looked like. The Client only said he had a red hat and a handgun but doesn’t tell what colored shirts the hostage taker wore so I would most likely fail the mission.
We had PE class yesterday. We were learning football, and the teacher asked me to do something… But I didn’t understand the question… That was the problem. I tried to ask what he told me, but he was soon gone when I was trying to remember the instructions. I was so confused that I forgot to ask my classmates and I was left in the store room expected to get the needs in time. I tried to remember. “Was it… 5 football and… 25 orange cones?...” I eventually found the way to figure out the instruction. The happiest ending ever!
I have a friend named Travis. He was extremely wealthy. He has been to Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Australia, and 100 more countries. So when he went to Dubai, where he has a room in the Burj Khalifa. So one day he Skyped me, his room was a large luminous lounge in the sky. Until I saw behind him a woman up in the air, but how did she get there, so I asked Travis and he said it was his mum. Suddenly she was abducted by a man on a jetpack. Travis then explained that she paid for it.