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I am a small stray cat with black fur and white spots, living near a bakery in the city. My fur is often messy and wet, and my big eyes are always wide open, watching for danger, for food, or for a little kindness. Life on the streets is hard, but I wasn’t always alone.  I was once part of a loving family.

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I am a stray cat with black and white fur. I live near a small park at the edge of the city. I am thin and dusty, with a scratch across my nose. Life on the street is never easy, but it was better when I had a friend. Her name was Midnight. We sticked together all the time. Until one day, I lost her.

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My name is Whiskers. I am a stray cat living behind a busy market in the city. I have grey fur that used to shine, but now it’s dusty and dirty from the life on the streets. My left ear has a small tear from a fight, and my bright green eyes watch the world carefully. I wasn’t always alone.

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I am a stray cat with short brown fur and golden eyes. I live behind a small restaurant where the trash always smells like fish. I am thin, and my tail has a small cut. I wasn’t always alone. Not long ago, I had something special, a kitten of my own.

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My name is Whiskers. I am a stray cat living behind a busy market in the city. I have grey fur that used to shine, but now it’s dusty and dirty from the life on the streets. My left ear has a small tear from a fight, and my bright green eyes watch the world carefully. I wasn’t always alone.

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My name is Luna. I used to be a house cat with soft white fur and bright blue eyes. I lived in a cozy home where I was loved and cared for every day. I had a warm bed, plenty of food, and a family who talked to me gently. Life was safe, comfortable and full of happiness.

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I gave birth in a cardboard box behind the restaurant. My kitten was small and black, with a white spot on his nose. I called him Spot. The workers didn’t bother us, and sometimes they left food for us. We stayed warm together and shared everything. I protected him from loud noises and other animals.

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I was born under the stairs of a small apartment block. My mother was gentle and always licked my fur to help me sleep. The world was big and scary, but as long as I stayed close to our mother, I felt safe. Those were the only days I remember feeling warm.

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I am a small stray cat with black fur and white spots, living near a bakery in the city. My fur is often messy and wet, and my big eyes are always wide open, watching for danger, for food, or for a little kindness. Life on the streets is hard, but I wasn’t always alone.  I was once part of a loving family.

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I was born in a quiet alley behind a bakery. My mother was gentle, and I had two brothers. We stayed close to her, sleeping in a cardboard box lined with old cloth. The smell of fresh bread filled the air each morning, and we felt safe and cared for in our hidden little world. Life was simple, and I felt protected and loved every day.

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Midnight and I met near a bakery’s trash bins. She was small, fast, and very smart. We hunted birds together, shared warm places to sleep, and warned each other when dogs or humans came close. We were never alone. Life felt safe and hopeful when we were together.

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One day, there was heavy rain. The box was soaked, and I left to find a dry place. When I returned, Spot was gone. I searched for hours, meowing and sniffing everywhere. Maybe someone took him, or maybe the water carried him away. I don’t know. But he never came back.

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I was born in a quiet alley behind a bakery. My mother was gentle, and I had two brothers. We stayed close to her, sleeping in a cardboard box lined with old cloth. The smell of fresh bread filled the air each morning, and we felt safe and cared for in our hidden little world. Life was simple, and I felt protected and loved every day.

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Since then, I’ve lived on the streets. I sleep in old boxes and eat leftovers from the trash. Some people are kind and give me food, which I am grateful for. Others chase me away, so I’ve learned to be careful and quiet, but I still miss having a home.

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One stormy night, everything changed. The rain came fast and heavy, pounding the ground like falling rocks. We were hiding under a wooden cart, but the water rose quickly. My brothers ran in one direction, and my mother nudged me away with her nose. She was trying to save me. I ran and hid under a car. When the storm ended, they were gone. I searched the alley, meowed until my voice was hoarse, but I never saw them again.

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SiowYiiYen

LimBingJian

Kiefer Kong

Ethan Yap

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1.Naetalie Lai Zhing Yu

2.Pua Xuan Xuan

3.Valerie So

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1. You will see a jumbled version of an autobiographical essay made up of several paragraphs.

2. Work with your group mates to:

Drag and arrange the paragraphs into the correct order.

3. After arranging the paragraphs, you will notice the concluding paragraph is missing.

Write a concluding paragraph that wraps up the story.

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Shavon Lim

Tan Ya Yong

Leong Wai Xuan

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Sumi than

Tan jia yu

Ang yong en

Loong ji hwei

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Thew Hin Xiang

Chai Cheng Wei

Oh Jun Cheng

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1.Wong Khar Haan

2.Jessica Lim Jia Xin

3.Yong Shun Ting

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Lee Yi Xuan

Liong Xin Ling

Tan Siu Han

Yap Hui Ye

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A long time ago, I lived in a warm and loving home. I was a birthday gift for a little girl who was so happy to have me. She would laugh and play with me every day, and I felt safe in her gentle arms. She gave me milk to drink and cuddles to comfort me. Life was simple and joyful. I was her special companion, and she was my whole world.

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But things changed when the girl began to sneeze and cough. Her parents said she was allergic to cats and stopped letting me inside. I waited by the door, confused and sad. One day, they put me in a box and left me far from home. I tried to find my way back but couldn’t. This made me feel lost and scared.

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I started a new life without anyone’s help. At first, I felt very desperate, but gradually I adapted to the wandering lifestyle. Although I still miss my old life, things are not going as I wish. I still have to face tomorrow and still have to worry about the food crisis. I can only say to myself, "Come on!"

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Since that day, I’ve lived alone. I sleep under benches or near garbage bins. Some people give me food scraps, but others throw stones. I’ve learned how to survive, but I still miss my family every night.

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Some people who gave me foods and scraps are very kind and sweet .I am very grateful and happy that some other people gave me foods and scraps when I felt hungry. I hope that one day I will find the person who fed me everyday and thank that person for feeding me in need.

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My name doesn’t matter. No one ever gave me one. I am a stray cat with orange and white fur, living in the back streets near a big supermarket. My fur is dusty and scarred, and I limp from an old injury. I always keep my distance from humans, not because I want to, but because I’m afraid.

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When I was a kitten, I lived near a small food stall. Some people fed me scraps, and I trusted them. Life was simple, and I was hopeful. I felt safe near humans who were kind.

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But one day, a group of boys threw rocks at me while I was sleeping. Another time, someone poured water on me and laughed. I became afraid and started running whenever people came near. These acts hurt me deeply, making me wary and lonely.

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I learned to hide in the shadows. I sleep in old boxes and eat from bins. Sometimes, a kind old man leaves food for birds, and I eat that too.  I’ve seen other cats taken away in cages, and some don’t come back. I don’t know where they go.

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One morning, while we were crossing the road to reach a leftover sandwich, a car came too fast. I ran, but she he didn’t. The crash was loud, and then… silence. I waited, but she never got up. I cried for her, but no one came.

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Now I sit under the old wooden table behind the restaurant , where the smell of fish still lingers in the air. The nights are colder, and the streets are noisier without my little Spot beside me. I still listen for any small sounds like a rustle, a soft meow, or footsteps, hoping to hear Spot’s voice.

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When I was still very small, some humans found me. At first, I was happy because I thought I was finally chosen. But they weren’t kind. One boy grabbed me by the tail and laughed when I cried out. Another kicked me when I tried to escape. They threw things at me, locked me in a box without food, and left me out in the cold rain. That’s when the pain began, not just in my body, but in my heart.

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Since that day, I eat alone. I sleep alone. I walk the same streets, but everything feels different now. I miss Midnight’s company and her gentle care. Losing her really broke my heart into pieces.

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Now I lie in a corner behind a dumpster, hardly able to move. My ribs stick out and my left eye is swollen shut. I haven’t eaten in days, and my breath comes out in weak, shaky gasps. I used to run and play. I used to purr when someone touched me gently. But now, all I feel is cold, and all I want is rest.

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My name doesn’t matter anymore. I am just another stray cat in a world that doesn’t notice me. I live in a narrow alley filled with trash. My fur, once soft and white, is now stained with dirt and blood. My body is covered in bruises, and my legs shake with every step. I wasn’t born like this. I once believed the world could be kind. But cruelty took everything from me, even my hope.

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One day, curiosity got the best of me. The door was left open, and I slipped outside to explore the big, noisy world. At first, everything was exciting — the fresh air, the smells, the sounds and the freedom to roam. But soon, I realised I didn’t know how to get back. The streets were confusing, and the bright lights scared me. I wandered further and further away from home.

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As days passed, I became a stray cat. My fur is no longer clean and soft, but dirty and tangled, and my paws are sore from walking so much. I sleep in empty boxes and eat scraps I find on the street. People don’t always smile or stop to help. Sometimes, I hide when they come near. I miss my warm bed and the gentle hands that used to pet me.

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Life on the streets is hard and lonely. The other stray cats I meet aren’t friendly. They hiss and chase me away from places I try to rest. Sometimes I feel invisible to the people passing by. But despite all this, I keep hoping. I hope my family is looking for me and that someone kind will find me and bring me back home.

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Day past by and I'm still eating food from bin, some given by kindhearted people but I still can't get away the trauma that gave me.But i learned to independent, learn how to find food , learn to protect myself.

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I feel very sorry because I did not take good care of Midnight. I will always remember her.

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Since that accident happened, I have been thinking of Spot day and night. I felt so guilty that I didn’t protect Spot or find Spot a safe shelter. Later, a little girl brought me to a strange place. But there, I lived a very happy life and even gave birth to a litter of kittens for the girl. This time, I raised them with all my love, and it finally eased my regret.

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Gabriel oh bo yan

Sam Zi Feng

Tan Tian Liang

Chan Ee Yao

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1.Wong Li Hen

2.Chan Yu Xun

3.Ngaw Chok Fung

4.Rex Koo Yi Wei

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1. Jennessa Lee Ler Shuen

2. Ng Suh Yu

3. Hoe Wei Xian

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1. LEE JING XUAN

2.LEE MING XI

3.CHAN ZI XUAN

4.LONG MAY LIM

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A long time ago, I lived in a warm and loving home. I was a birthday gift for a little girl who was so happy to have me. She would laugh and play with me every day, and I felt safe in her gentle arms. She gave me milk to drink and cuddles to comfort me. Life was simple and joyful. I was her special companion, and she was my whole world.

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But things changed when the girl began to sneeze and cough. Her parents said she was allergic to cats and stopped letting me inside. I waited by the door, confused and sad. One day, they put me in a box and left me far from home. I tried to find my way back but couldn’t. This made me feel lost and scared.

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Since then, I’ve lived on the streets. I sleep in old boxes and eat leftovers from the trash. Some people are kind and give me food, which I am grateful for. Others chase me away, so I’ve learned to be careful and quiet, but I still miss having a home.

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Looking back, my life has been full of struggles, but also small moments of kindness that kept me going. For the future, I wish for a place to belong, and a safe home where I no longer have to fear the streets.

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One stormy night, everything changed. The rain came fast and heavy, pounding the ground like falling rocks. We were hiding under a wooden cart, but the water rose quickly. My brothers ran in one direction, and my mother nudged me away with her nose. She was trying to save me. I ran and hid under a car. When the storm ended, they were gone. I searched the alley, meowed until my voice was hoarse, but I never saw them again.

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Since that day, I’ve lived alone. I sleep under benches or near garbage bins. Some people give me food scraps, but others throw stones. I’ve learned how to survive, but I still miss my family every night.

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My name doesn’t matter. No one ever gave me one. I am a stray cat with orange and white fur, living in the back streets near a big supermarket. My fur is dusty and scarred, and I limp from an old injury. I always keep my distance from humans, not because I want to, but because I’m afraid.

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When I was a kitten, I lived near a small food stall. Some people fed me scraps, and I trusted them. Life was simple, and I was hopeful. I felt safe near humans who were kind.

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But one day, a group of boys threw rocks at me while I was sleeping. Another time, someone poured water on me and laughed. I became afraid and started running whenever people came near. These acts hurt me deeply, making me wary and lonely.

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I learned to hide in the shadows. I sleep in old boxes and eat from bins. Sometimes, a kind old man leaves food for birds, and I eat that too.  I’ve seen other cats taken away in cages, and some don’t come back. I don’t know where they go.

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I am a stray cat with black and white fur. I live near a small park at the edge of the city. I am thin and dusty, with a scratch across my nose. Life on the street is never easy, but it was better when I had a friend. Her name was Midnight. We sticked together all the time. Until one day, I lost her.

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Midnight and I met near a bakery’s trash bins. She was small, fast, and very smart. We hunted birds together, shared warm places to sleep, and warned each other when dogs or humans came close. We were never alone. Life felt safe and hopeful when we were together.

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One morning, while we were crossing the road to reach a leftover sandwich, a car came too fast. I ran, but she he didn’t. The crash was loud, and then… silence. I waited, but she never got up. I cried for her, but no one came.

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Since that day, I eat alone. I sleep alone. I walk the same streets, but everything feels different now. I miss Midnight’s company and her gentle care. Losing her really broke my heart into pieces.