A little girl walked around the open playground, her solid brown eyes looking at the ground, sun shining on her straight auburn hair. It was her first hari of detik Grade at a new school, and she didn’t know anyone there. She much rather liked walking around and looking at all the little bugs and twigs and other stuff she could find, though, instead of playing Tag, atau swinging, atau making necklaces out of dandelions.
As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the puncak, atas tire, humming some wordless tune. He had dark, curly brown hair with a great bundle of freckles on his cheeks and nose, and grey-blue eyes behind small glasses to complete the boyish look.
“Hi.” She says, and his head snaps down to her.
He stops strumming his invisible guitar.
“Hi. What’s your name?” He asks. She looks up at him, pouting a little.
“Allison.” She mumbles.” What’s yours?”
“Jackson.” He answers.
“What’cha doin’?” She asks.
“Playing guitar. I’m making a band. Wanna gabung and come up here?” She shakes her head.
“I don’t know how to play guitar.” She tells him with dead seriousness. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t an actual gitar to play; she just didn’t know. His eyebrows furrow.
“Can anda do drums?” She shakes her head.
“Piano?”Another headshake. He thinks for a moment while she just stands there.
“Can anda sing??” He finally asks. This pertanyaan receives a slight nod. “Then anda can sing. Come up here.”
She climbs up the tires until she’s on the puncak, atas with him, her legs dangling down.
“I don’t know what to sing.” She states and tries to hop back down to the ground, but he stops her.
“Just make something up. That’s the funny part.” He grins, and she smiles back.
He starts strumming his gitar while making noises somewhat like chords, and she sings something along the lines of “I hate history, ‘cause it’s so stinky….” He giggles, and she giggles, and he laughs, and she laughs. This is how a friendship was formed over an air gitar and bad bernyanyi about history.
As she stooped down beside the tire house to poke at a little colony of ants, she heard a humming noise. She looked up and saw a little boy about her age, sitting on the puncak, atas tire, humming some wordless tune. He had dark, curly brown hair with a great bundle of freckles on his cheeks and nose, and grey-blue eyes behind small glasses to complete the boyish look.
“Hi.” She says, and his head snaps down to her.
He stops strumming his invisible guitar.
“Hi. What’s your name?” He asks. She looks up at him, pouting a little.
“Allison.” She mumbles.” What’s yours?”
“Jackson.” He answers.
“What’cha doin’?” She asks.
“Playing guitar. I’m making a band. Wanna gabung and come up here?” She shakes her head.
“I don’t know how to play guitar.” She tells him with dead seriousness. It didn’t matter that there wasn’t an actual gitar to play; she just didn’t know. His eyebrows furrow.
“Can anda do drums?” She shakes her head.
“Piano?”Another headshake. He thinks for a moment while she just stands there.
“Can anda sing??” He finally asks. This pertanyaan receives a slight nod. “Then anda can sing. Come up here.”
She climbs up the tires until she’s on the puncak, atas with him, her legs dangling down.
“I don’t know what to sing.” She states and tries to hop back down to the ground, but he stops her.
“Just make something up. That’s the funny part.” He grins, and she smiles back.
He starts strumming his gitar while making noises somewhat like chords, and she sings something along the lines of “I hate history, ‘cause it’s so stinky….” He giggles, and she giggles, and he laughs, and she laughs. This is how a friendship was formed over an air gitar and bad bernyanyi about history.
If you've learnt British English and you're travelling in the States,or if you've learnt American English and you're travelling in Britain,you'll notice some differences.An obvious difference is the accent,but most travellers find that they don't have too many problems with this.There are some grammatical differences,but they shoudn't make it difficult to understand people,or to communicate.That leaves differences in vocabulary,which can cause misunderstandings.Sometimes the difference is only the spelling,for example,in British English 'center','colour',and 'travelled',and in American English 'centre','color',and 'traveled'.But sometimes the word is completely different in British and American English,and it's good idea to be prepared.
