You guys, I have an oral this Wednesday and I need to send the script by tomorrow. So, I was hoping that maybe you can give feedback on what you think of my oral. Or.. maybe you can edit it? I mean, like, the sentence, the grammars or something? Because, there will be strangers in my class during the oral. People that is not from my school. So, yes. I really need to do wellXD

I hope, you can help me with these. Or maybe, even give me feedbacks on what you think about it?

               Today, I would like to talk about the scariest moment of my life. This was a few years ago, I was waiting in the bus stop, waiting for my mom to fetch me. As time passed, I started to feel anxious, there were nobody at the bus stop except me. I glanced at my watch, it shows, 6.50 p.m. and she still hasn’t arrive yet. I looked at the road, hoping to see my mom’s car. But, I don’t see any sign of her. Maybe she’s stuck in jam, I thought. While waiting, I decided to do homework, trying to calm myself down. I was startled by a presence. “Young lady” a voice called. I looked up only to see an old man standing beside me. He was wearing a normal T-shirt and a black slack pants. He leaned in, looking at me, more to like examining my face, making me flinch. “You do look like her” he suddenly chuckled, he sounded creepy. “Pardon?” I furrowed my brows. “I look like whom?” I added. He handed me something that looked like a photo. “Me?” I pointed at myself, feeling confused. “Look at it” he gestured me to take it with his hand. I looked at the picture in his hand and after a second, I took it and looked at it. I was astonished when I looked at the girl in the picture. Surprisingly, she does looks like me, except she’s older, that’s what I thought from the picture. “Who is she?” my voice was soft and low, it was more like a whisper. “My daughter. She’s thirty now. She looks like you, doesn’t she?” he looked at me with a bright smile, his wrinkles showed. “Surprisingly, yes” I held my breath, my eyes still fixated on the girl in the picture. Maybe, I was too focused on the picture until it made me almost screamed when I heard the loud, honking sound. I looked in front of me and to my relief, it was my mom honking. She gestured me to hop in quickly. I packed my stuff and bid goodbye to the old man before hoping into the silver Toyota car. It was when I stood in front of my house when I realized that I did not return the picture to the old man. It was too late to go to the school and return it to him because he will not be there. Probably, he’s at home. I looked at the back of the picture and luckily, there was an address. I heaved out a sigh, feeling relieved. I decided to return the picture to him tomorrow since its weekend. The next day, I went to the address with my mom and after half an hour of roaming around the neighborhood, we finally found the house. It was a double-story house and it looked old. It was as if the house was abandoned. I pressed the bell button, the picture was in my left hand. I pressed the button for the second time when there was no response. A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing a woman with an apron on. “Who are you looking for, young lady?” the woman walked towards me and opened the gate. “I’m sorry to disturb you in the morning, but, can I see your father?” I asked, assuming that she’s the daughter of the old man I met yesterday. “Sorry?” she furrowed her brows, she was giving me a weird look. “Your father. Yesterday, he gave me this. It’s you, right?” I looked at her. “Yes. That is me” she looked at the picture. “But, are you sure you met my father yesterday?” she stared at me, she looked so serious. I started to feel weird. “Yes, we met in a bus stop. He gave me this picture and said that the girl in this picture is his daughter. Why? Is he not home?” I looked at the main door. “He’s not. He’s gone. My father died 12 years ago” she told. “What?” I widened my eyes, my heart began to thump faster. “What do you mean?” I panicked. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? We just met yesterday. H-he gave me this p-picture. He really did!” I exclaimed in horror. I was scared. Petrified even. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say either. But, my father really died 12 years ago. He’s gone already. Please go now. I’m busy” she sounded angry. She closed the door and unlocked it, leaving me alone standing at the gate in horror. 

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Oh, and my oral has to be 2 minutes long? Is it long enough? Or is it too short? How long do you guys take to read this? Please, do tell me. Coz, my teacher is very particular in that thing. So, yeah^^

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