After school , I rushed back home to tell my mom about it . She was very surprised and happy for me . However , the problem is I am very shy to be infront of many people . So my mom suggested to me to practice infront the mirror . I felt that the suggetion was a great idea so I practised infront of the mirror . The day of the poetry recital competition was coming very quickly .

I stood on the stage and read the page that I had prepared for days . After reading it , my face turned as red as an apple . I was pleasantly surprised when the audience gave a standing ovation . I heaved a sigh of relief , I think I had overcome my fears ! I felt like there was nothing to be afraid of when standing infront of many people !

The next morning, he came to school early to get in some extra practice. He was representing his class in the poetry recital competition, and he wanted to be ready. A few minutes later, his teacher called him up to present. Justin’s face turned as white as cotton — he had a bad case of stage fright. But his classmates cheered him on, and that gave him a little boost of confidence.

He took a deep breath and began to recite his poem. To his surprise, the words flowed more easily than he expected. A few minutes later, he finished his poem, and the audience gave him a standing ovation. Justin smiled and let out a huge sigh of relief.

After school, I hurried back home, my heart thumping with a mix of excitement and fear, to tell my mom about it. She was very surprised and happy for me. However, the problem was that I am very shy when standing in front of many people. So my mom suggested that I practice in front of the mirror. I felt that the suggestion was a great idea, so I stood in front of my reflection each evening, reciting my poem until the words rolled smoothly off my tongue. The day of the poetry recital competition was approaching faster than I expected.

I stood on the stage, the spotlight warming my face, and read the page that I had prepared for days. My hands trembled slightly as I held the paper, but I kept going. After finishing, my face turned as red as an apple. I was pleasantly surprised when the audience rose to their feet, clapping loudly. I heaved a sigh of relief. I think I had overcome my fears! I felt like there was nothing to be afraid of when standing in front of many people!

"Ring!..." it was time for recess. Jimmy had nothing to eat so he went to a room with no one there and looked in the mirror and practised his lines.He kept messing his lines and said "I cant do this .when I reach class I will tell my teacher that i cant do this."

When they reached class, all the students were packing for assembly. He was about to tell the teacher, but I guess it was to late. "Jimmy,you may now come to the hall,"announced a voice through the speaker. There I was on stage waiting for all the students to come to the hall.

"Can everyone welcome Jimmy from class 4.2!"said the teacher. The audience gave a standing ovation. Luckly, my story was about g4lifegreen . After i finished my lines I gave a sigh of relief. The audience clapped so loud that I had to cover my ears.

Once Max arrived at school, he walked to class in an orderly manner.He sat on his chair and greeted the teacher, Ms Leow as soon as she walked into the classroom.Max then realised that today was the day he was supposed to go on stage and represent the class.Max prayed that everyone would forget about it as he had stage-fright."Are you ready for to go on stage?' asked Ms Leow, joyfully.Max sighed and reluctantly walked to the hall with his peers.

Max walked on stage, trembling with terror.Max stood there as still as a statue when he saw the people staring at him.Thats when Max saw his friends cheering him on.Max's eyes sparkled with confidence and said his speech with pride.

At the end of the speech, the school went wild cheering and clapping their hands.Max smiled and punched the air triumphantly.Max got off the stage as tears of joy welled up in his eyes.It was the end of school and Max ran home, excited to share the news with his parents.Once he shared the news, his parents praised him and he was grining from ear to ear.

All the students greeted the teacher was about to announced that Jay is going to be on stage,he was so scared because he might not remember the words for the poem.

It its almost time to go on stage and the teacher called Jay to prepare himself for the recital Jay did not have the confidence but he practiced really hard.

Jay was on stage and lots of people were cheering for Jay,he walked on stage nervously the teacher gave him the microphone and the show was about to start.

Jay heaved a sigh and the show had started! The curtain opened and there were so many people! the teacher asked him to spell "astronaut"Jay was nervous and spelled"a-s-t-r-o-n-a-u-t'' the teacher said ''that issssss CORRECT'' the audience gave a standing ovation for Jay , Jay was so happy because he spelled it correctly !

I ran to my room to practise my speech tomorrow. I looked into the mirror and practice my speech. My face was red like a tomato as I was practicsing my speech.

Mom walked into my room and saw me practicsing my speech.She asked if she could help me. Then I said yes. Mom was helping me with all the words that I struggled with. suddenly, I noteis that I was getting better.

I was practicing my speech for a compositoin tomorrow. What the day come for my composition It what bad. I forgotten all the words.The adiuns felt bord. I felt ashamed. I ran of the stage.

I was scared when I came back from school. I had a paper in my hand—the one my teacher gave me just before class ended. I went to the mirror, held the paper tightly, and started talking to myself, reading the words aloud. My hands were shaking, and I was sweating so much the paper even got a little wet.

The next day, I stood in the school hall, waiting for my turn. I was the last to go. My heart was pounding. But then I stepped up, took a deep breath, and gave my speech. And… nothing bad happened. It was just a normal speech in the hall.

But then something amazing happened—I won a gold medal.

Everyone cheered for me. I was happy—truly happy. So was everyone in my class. I had won, and it felt like we had all won together. That day became the best day I’ve ever had at school

However, I decided to work hard anyway. Everyday, I burned the midnight oil with hopes to get a prize. Then, the day finally came. It was all coming down to this day. I felt a rush of adrenililne through my veins. I was scared but excited at the same time.

I did not know if my hard work actually paid off. Then, it was my turn to go. I said all the words loudly and clearly in a pleasant tone. After I was done, I received a standing ovation from my classmates. The next day, Mrs Tan gave the results.

"I have decided the winner for the presentation. The winner is Tom!" I could not believe my ears! Tears of joy glistened in my eyes. The prize was snacks. I immediately took one and thanked my teacher profusely. I learnt that hard work actually pays off. This is a presentation that I will never forget!

Felix walked to school and ran as fast as he could to his classroom, arriving just on time. His hands began to sweat, but he tried not to think much of it and focused on listening to his teacher. After a few minutes, he asked if he could go get a drink of water. The truth was, he didn't feel confident about going on stage.

"Felix, why are you biting your nails?" asked Ms. Tan.

"I'm nervous," Felix admitted.

His contest was in just 15 minutes! He knew he had to go backstage to revise.

Without wasting another second, he dashed out of class and headed backstage. He practised hard, he wanted to represent his class well. As he waited, he listened to all his opponents perform their poems.

Finally, it was his turn.

Felix had stage fright, but he stepped forward and tried his best. He may have stuttered a few words, but that didn’t matter. When he finished, he let out a huge sigh of relief.

The audience gave him a standing ovation.

"The results are in!" announced the host.
"3rd place goes to... Leila!
2nd place... Felix!"

Felix didn’t care much about what the others got, he was just happy to be on the podium. His teachers clapped and smiled at him proudly. He was overjoyed. It was a truly memorable day for Felix. To him, it felt like winning the Olympics. He stayed cheerful the whole month.

He went back home, smiling, with his shiny trophy in hand.

The next morning arrived quickly. Jay got ready and headed to school. As he approached the building, nervous butterflies filled his stomach. He walked into his classroom and sat down quietly, feeling anxious about the performance.

All the students greeted the teacher, and soon she announced, “Jay will be going on stage today for the poetry recital.” Jay’s heart started racing. What if he forgot the words? What if he messed up in front of everyone?

It was almost time. The teacher called Jay to prepare himself. Even though he had practiced a lot, Jay still didn’t feel very confident.

Finally, the moment arrived. Jay stepped onto the stage. The audience clapped and cheered as he walked out, trembling slightly. The teacher handed him the microphone. The curtain opened. The spotlight was on him.

Jay took a deep breath.

Then, unexpectedly, the teacher asked him to spell the word "astronaut." Jay was startled but tried to stay calm.

He began, “A-S-T-R-O-N-A-U-T.”

The teacher smiled and said, “That isssss... CORRECT!”

The audience erupted into cheers and gave Jay a standing ovation. He was overjoyed and proud — all his hard work had paid off!

When Max arrived at school, he walked to class in an orderly manner. He sat on his chair and greeted the teacher, Ms. Leow, as soon as she walked into the classroom. Then, Max suddenly remembered—it was the day he was supposed to go on stage and represent the class. He prayed that everyone would forget about it, as he had stage fright.

"Are you ready to go on stage?" Ms. Leow asked joyfully.
Max sighed and reluctantly walked to the hall with his peers.

Max stepped onto the stage, trembling with terror. He stood there as still as a statue, frozen by the sight of so many eyes staring at him. But then, he saw his friends cheering him on. Max's eyes sparkled with confidence, and he delivered his speech with pride.

At the end of the speech, the school went wild, cheering and clapping their hands. Max smiled and punched the air triumphantly. As he stepped off the stage, tears of joy welled up in his eyes.

When school ended, Max ran home, eager to share the news with his parents. Once he told them, they praised him, and he grinned from ear to ear.

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I was not have confidence to represent the class for the poetry competition, so I practised hard in front of the mirror.

three days later, it was the poetry recital competition I was shy. the first presenter is john my best friend in school. later, it was my turn. I walk up the stage while I have a stage fright. i recital the poem loudly and clearly, so the audience can listen to what am I saying. the audience gave a standing ovation, i heaved a sigh of relief as i overcome my fears of stage fright

After school Tom went home and went home,when he reach his house, his mother was cooking and the father was in the living room,went he was upstairs to his room,Tom practiced hard for the competition,Tom started feeling scared.As he was trying his best when his mother called for dinner''come downstairs honey,food is ready''said Tom's mother.After he eat he went to sleep.

''ring ring!'' Tom's bell rang.Tom was awake he went to shower and brush his teeth,after that he change to his school uniform and went to school.On the way to school he felt he did not have confident for the competition.

went he reach to our school\\during morning assembly our form teacher,ms pang. she called Tom named and inside Tom heart he was scared because he have stage fright.After he finished saying his speech.Every audience gave a standing ovation.

Tom heared a sigh of relief and our from teacher said''good work Tom!''said me pang After school his mother fecth him with a grab because it was his special day and his mother bring him to a cupcake shop and they lived happy ever after

At school, David was regretting that he accepted the dare he didn't know the answer to the hard question and was scared to answer as he thinked that his friends will laugh and make fun of him if he got the question wrong. So David decided to go to the library during recess to find answers for the hard question. After recess,it was maths. Mrs Lim come in to the class Mrs Lim greeted the class then asked the question Mrs Lim said "Class, what is 1.8 plus 1.6" David raised up his hand.

David said "3.4" Mrs Lim said " That's correct" Everybody clapped their hands and John said," Good job " Then David felt really proud. The lesson continued like normal the David and John was dismissed and David went home happily.

At home, while David was resting on his sofa,He learnt that you should not be scared to answer questions and it is fine even if you get a question wrong

At school, he was called out from his class to prepare for his presentation. He was sweating so much that it looked like he came out from the shower. Everyone was looking at him as he slowly walked out.

Backstage, he dug through his bag to find his script. Nathan was panicking as he could not find his script. He was to scared to tell his teacher that he lost his script. He was hesitating whether to tell or not because of he told the teacher, he would get another script but get scolded. However, if he did not tell, he would forget his lines and stand on the stage like a fool. He knew that standing on the stage like a fool was not the better option so he decided to tell his teacher. As he was walking to his teacher, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was his classmate Ethan. Ethan was holding Nathans script in his hand. " Here is your paper. You left it under your table. " " Thank you Ethan! " Nathan exclaimed. " practically saved my life out there. "

When the curtains opened, his feets were trembling and he felt like diggings a hole and hiding in it. He walked to the front of the stage and took a deep breath. After his presentation, the audience gave a standing ovation. He heaved a sigh of relief after his presentation. When the curtains closed, his teachers said he did great.

I did not have confidence to represent the class for the poetry competition, so I practiced hard in front of the mirror.

Three days later, it was the poetry recital competition**, and** I was shy. The first presenter was John, my best friend in school. Later, it was my turn. I walked up to the stage while I had stage fright. I recited the poem loudly and clearly, so the audience could listen to what I was saying. The audience gave a standing ovation**, and I** heaved a sigh of relief as I overcame my fears of stage fright**.**

"Ring!..." It was time for recess. Jimmy had nothing to eat, so he went to a room with no one there and looked in the mirror and practiced his lines. He kept messing up his lines and said, "I can't do this. When I reach class, I will tell my teacher that I can't do this."

When they reached class, all the students were packing for assembly. He was about to tell the teacher, but I guess it was too late.
"Jimmy, you may now come to the hall," announced a voice through the speaker. There he was on stage waiting for all the students to come to the hall.

"Can everyone welcome Jimmy from class 4.2!" said the teacher. The audience gave a standing ovation. Luckily, my story was about G4LifeGreen. After I finished my lines, I gave a sigh of relief. The audience clapped so loud that I had to cover my ears.

Tom's face turned red like a tomato — I think he was scared!

After school, Tom went home. When he reached his house, his mother was cooking in the kitchen and his father was relaxing in the living room. Tom went upstairs to his room and practiced hard for the competition. He started to feel nervous and scared, but he kept trying his best.

Later, his mother called, “Come downstairs, honey. Food is ready!”
After dinner, Tom went to sleep.

“Ring ring!”
Tom’s alarm rang. He woke up, took a shower, brushed his teeth, changed into his school uniform, and left for school. On the way there, he felt unsure of himself — he didn’t have much confidence.

When he arrived at school, during the morning assembly, Ms. Pang called his name. Inside, Tom’s heart was racing. He had stage fright.

But when Tom finished giving his speech… the audience gave him a standing ovation!

Tom sighed with relief.
“Good work, Tom!” said Ms. Pang with a proud smile.

After school, his mother picked him up in a Grab because it was his special day. She took him to a cupcake shop to celebrate.

And from that day on, they lived happily ever after.

However, I decided to work hard anyway. Every day, I burned the midnight oil with hopes of getting a prize. Then, the day finally came. It was all coming down to this day. I felt a rush of adrenaline through my veins. I was scared but excited at the same time.

I did not know if my hard work actually paid off. Then, it was my turn to go. I said all the words loudly and clearly in a pleasant tone. After I was done, I received a standing ovation from my classmates. The next day, Mrs Tan gave the results.

"I have decided the winner of the presentation. The winner is Tom!" I could not believe my ears! Tears of joy glistened in my eyes. The prize was snacks. I immediately took one and thanked my teacher profusely. I learned that hard work actually pays off. This is a presentation that I will never forget!

The school bell rang; it was time to go home. While he was waiting for the bus, he was thinking if he was going to do bad. Then the bus arrived. He got on the bus, sat down, and started to think he would mess up the whole thing.

When he returned back to his home, he started writing his poetry and practiced hard in front of his mirror, pretending it was the audience.

Today is the poetry recital competition. It was Mark's turn to read his poetry. He nervously went up on stage. The teacher handed him the microphone. He took a deep breath and started to read his poetry. The audience gave a standing ovation. When he saw everyone give a standing ovation, he heaved a sigh of relief and was glad he did well. Then he walked off the stage and smiled with joy

At school, David was regretting that he had accepted the dare**.** He didn't know the answer to the hard question and was scared to answer as he thought that his friends would laugh and make fun of him if he got the question wrong. So, David decided to go to the library during recess to find answers for the hard question. After recess, it was maths. Mrs. Lim came into the class**.** Mrs. Lim greeted the class, then asked the question**.** Mrs. Lim said, "Class, what is 1.8 plus 1.6?" David raised his hand.

David said, "3.4." Mrs. Lim said, "That's correct." Everybody clapped their hands, and John said, "Good job." Then David felt really proud. The lesson continued like normal**.** Then David and John were dismissed, and David went home happily.

At home, while David was resting on his sofa, he learnt that you should not be scared to answer questions and that it is fine even if you get a question wrong.

At the front, Miss Jennifer’s voice rang out, cheerful and animated.
“This year’s poetry recital is just around the corner,” she said, her eyes sweeping the room like a radar. “We need someone brave to represent our class!”

Hands shot into the air like fireworks.

James stared at his shoes.

Miss Jennifer paused, tapping her chin. “Hmm… who should it be?”

James held his breath. Maybe if he sat still enough, he’d disappear.

Then—
“James! You’ll do it.”

His head jerked up. “Me?” he croaked.

His classmates turned to look at him. James sat frozen, his mouth slightly open, the word no tangled on his tongue.

The sky had turned a soft orange by the time James trudged home. His backpack hung heavily off one shoulder. Each step echoed with dread.

Once inside, he threw his bag aside, grabbed a crumpled paper from his desk, and began to rehearse.

“Roses are… red…” he mumbled, pacing his room.
“Violets are—ugh.”

He flopped onto his bed, covering his face with the paper.
“What’s the point?” he whispered.

A warm, chocolatey scent drifted into the room. James peeked out from under the paper.

His mother stood at the doorway, holding a plate of cookies that still steamed from the oven.
“Smells like something worth practicing for,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

James sat up, eyes locked on the cookies.
“Freshly baked?” he asked.

She nodded. “And there’s more where that came from.”

His fingers curled around the poem again.
“Okay,” he said with a grin, “but I want extra chocolate chips.”

The day of the recital arrived.

The school stage looked enormous. James stood in the wings, gripping his paper so tightly it was crumpled at the edges.

His feet shuffled forward.
Thump... thump... thump...
Each step echoed louder than the last.

Under the stage lights, sweat beaded on his forehead.
Drip... drip... drip...
His hands trembled like leaves in the wind.

He looked out. Dozens of faces stared back.

For a heartbeat, the words vanished from his mind.

Then he took a breath.

His voice cracked on the first line. But he kept going. Word by word, he found his rhythm. His voice grew steady, clear. By the final line, silence filled the hall.

A moment passed—then came the applause. First a few claps. Then more. Then everyone stood.

James blinked, stunned. A grin crept across his face.

That evening, back home, James sank into a chair at the kitchen table, a cookie halfway to his mouth.

“You did amazing,” his mother said, setting down another tray.

He nodded, his mouth full of warm, gooey chocolate.

Second place never tasted so sweet.

A presenter

Leron was worried about going up on the stage on Friday to present a story**.** Leron was practicing at home in front of the mirror**,** reading his story to overcome his fear of going up the stage**.** In the classroom**,** Leron was thinking about how to go on stage**.** Leron practiced hard at home to overcome his fear and to represent his class. Leron practiced every day**.** On the present day**,** Leron was nervous because it was his turn next**.** We had Leron from 4.3 to present a story**.** Leron held the mic**.** Leron did not have the confidence to say it to the school**.** He heaved a sigh of relief**.** Leron said, "Hello, I am Leron from class 4.3." Then Leron told the story to the school**.** At the end**,** the audience gave a standing ovation**.** Leron thanked the school and went off the stage.

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Tom replied worried, “What are you talking about? The presentation is next week! I will ask the teacher.” Tom said, raising his hand politely.

His classmate then replied, “If you say so…”

“Teacher!” Tom said.

“Yes, Tom?” the teacher replied.

“When is our presentation?” Tom said with a worried look.

The teacher then replied, “Oh, Tom, it’s your presentation. What do you mean our?” She giggled softly.

With fear in his eyes, he could not reply to the teacher! When it was time to go home, he ran as fast as The Flash so he would not get embarrassed. Then, a teacher stopped him and said, “Are you Tom?”

Tom nodded his head up and down over and over again. She then gave him a small note to read. “Read it, it’s for your presentation!” Off she went onto bus 293.

He then took bus 29 and went home.

At home, Tom looked at himself in the mirror, taking out the paper the teacher gave him. He read it to himself over and over again, until it was the next day.

It was time for him to read his poetry to the whole school. Did he ever mention he had stage fright? He did not have the confidence to go on stage at first.

Luckily, he practiced hard and had a bit of confidence to go on stage. When he was finished with his poetry, the audience gave him a standing ovation.

as soon as Tim get home, he practiced and practiced very very hard. he`s overcoming he`s fear but then his mother came into he`s room . she say that if you practised hard . you will scor well .Tim was happy.

Tim was worried. it was he took out a samll notebook it was tuer his heat poured when he`s say the ting`s . the audience gave a standing ovation. he heaved a sigh of relief.

I was feeling very stress,walking back and forth in my room trying to memories and scip the teacher gave me.I pratice day and night,facing the mirror as if they are the audience.I pratice very hard, and i finally have the confidence to go on stage!

''And now, let's have jack, the prefect of class 4.6!'' As I bitted my teeth, my soft legs trembled on to the stage.

I tried holding the fear in my body and gave my very best." Hi everyone! I am Jack for class 4.6..."After the speech giving , i went down the stage,skipping back to my class, i feel the air that i'm breathing was the freashest of them all! My teacher praised me for my courageness and i thought to myself that, maybe i should not be scared but be confident with myself!

I learnt that doing my best is good,and being scared is not the solution.

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"I am here to announce that in two days, will will be taking a speech in front of the school," our form teacher , Mrs Lian announced. Curious murmurs filled the classroom. I was as pale as a sheet. Sweat dribbled down my forehead. I hate being on stage. My teacher gave me a script, followed by the sound of a bell, signalling that school was over..

I went home, obsessing over the thought that i needed to be on stage. I did not let it get to me. I had to try. I spent countless hours practicing to say the script over and over again. Even saying it in front of my parents made me stammer. I thought I was done for but little did I know that it would not be so bad after all!

Two days went past in a flash. Today was the day of my so called "nightmare." It was my turn to speak. My teacher wished me good luck and off I went, standing in front of hundreds of students, some from different levels. I was so scared but then, memories of my hard work and all the practice I had went through started surging like speeding arrows towards me causing me to start reading the speech bravely and confidently. Before I knew it, the speech had already been fully read! Yes, you heard it right. No stammering and I did not look like someone whose blood just got drained! Not only was I happy it was over, I was so proud of myself. From that day onwards, I learnt not to doubt myself when faced with challenges, but instead overcome it. This truly was a learning experience.

I was in class listening to the teacher ,the teacher said "who would like to represent the class in the poetry recital competion ?" I raised my hand because I thought my poetry skills were good and since no one raised their hand up I was chosen .

When I get back home , I looked at the worksheet of poetry requirements and my mouth dropped in horror.The poem must be about winter but I have never seen snow before Also the competion is next week so there is only one way . every day,after I finish my homework I will spend hours infront of the mirror reciting my poem . before I knew it the day of the competion came .my body felt numb from the fear of the blood-curling stage and that's how I came onto stage in front of the whole school I took a deep breath ,as deep as my lungs could manage.when I recited, I felts my paper and read on when I was done , I acullaly got a standind ovation .

I learned that is you overcome your fears ,you will be able to learn something new.

It was a normal day at school after recess:rowdy,hot and sweaty."1 2 3 everybody!"Mrs Lim,our form teacher said."as you know,the school presentation is coming and we have not gotten a presenter,so who wants to be it?"she asked.Out of the blue, our class crashed out into a argument of saying,"me! me!" Then I couldn't take it any more and said,"why not we take a vote?"they nodded in agreement so we did a vote but little did I know what would happen.........

We took a vote and the winner was me " please no" i begged." don't worry Sam I know you can be a great presenter" she said. I didn't want to let her down so I practiced and practice on what to do.1. Know what to talk about.2. Make sure I don't make mistakes. and 3. Hope that they like it. So I practiced and practiced i want to say again and again until I got the perfect one and I did. hi my name is sam and.......... It was perfect! Now just have to wait for the presentation.........

On the day of the presentation I was as timid as a mouse but I was not going to that mrs lim and my friends down so I persevered "now let's welcome Sam the commenttator!"said i went out the stage but I fell down on the stairs I thought everybody would laugh at me!

But then I heard her voice"you can do it sam!" she said.i was not going to let her down so I continued my name is sam and I... After I finished it was silent." what happened" i thought. then the audience gave as standing oviation! I was relieved. And then I walked off the stage not with a Medal but something else growth.

"SIT DOWN, GIRLS, YOU ALMOST MISSED IT! Ok, class, today we will have a singing contest." Points to me and my bestie shocked. "You will SING NOW!" I ran to the bathroom and sang the song and sang the last lyrics, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Then I went back and saw that they were not in the class. I looked disappointed and ran to the hall. All the lights were pointing at me while I was walking. I snatched the microphone and sang the song. Everyone threw flowers on me. Then, for the last song, I shouted like I dreamed it, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I was so happy and got a prize. I fainted on the spot and woke up in a hospital, and I found out I had been in a coma for 5 years, and it was already 2025. I was so surprised.

I ran to my room to practise my speech tomorrow. I looked into the mirror and practised my speech. My face was red like a tomato as I was practising my speech.

Mom walked into my room and saw me practising my speech. She asked if she could help me. Then I said yes. Mom was helping me with all the words that I struggled with. Suddenly, I noticed that I was getting better.

I was practising my speech for a composition tomorrow. When the day came for my composition,it was bad. I forgot all the words. The audience felt bored. I felt ashamed. I ran off the stage.

At school, he was called out of his class to prepare for his presentation. He was sweating so much it looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. Everyone was looking at him as he slowly walked out.

Backstage, he dug through his bag to find his script. Nathan was panicking because he couldn’t find it. He was too scared to tell his teacher that he had lost his script. He hesitated, wondering whether to tell her or not. If he told the teacher, he might get another script but also get scolded. However, if he didn’t tell her, he would forget his lines and freeze on stage. He knew that freezing on stage was not an option, so he decided to tell his teacher.

As he was walking toward her, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was his classmate Ethan. Ethan was holding Nathan’s script in his hand.
"Here is your paper. You left it under your table."
"Thank you, Ethan!" Nathan exclaimed. "You practically saved my life out there."

When the curtains opened, his legs were trembling, and he felt like digging a hole to hide in. He walked to the front of the stage and took a deep breath. After his presentation, the audience gave a standing ovation. He heaved a sigh of relief as the curtains closed. His teacher smiled and said he did a great job

The next morning, he arrived at school early to get in some extra practice. He was representing his class in the poetry recital competition, and he wanted to be well-prepared. A few minutes later, his teacher called him up to present. Justin’s face turned as white as snow — he had a serious case of stage fright. But his classmates encouraged him, and that gave him a little boost of courage.

He took a deep breath and began to recite his poem. To his surprise, the words flowed more smoothly than he expected. A few minutes later, he finished his poem, and the audience gave him a roaring standing ovation. Justin smiled and let out a huge sigh of relief.

The second Ms Jenny mentioned my name I froze in shock because I have stage fright. I was shock and sacred at the same time. I did not have any confidence in myself. "I think I can represent my class, I whispered

When I got home from school, I did the usual things like showering, eating lunch and doing homework. And now I started to practice for the competition I practised long and hard for Me, Ms Jenny and the class. There was one day left before the competition.

I practised for the last day before the competition. It was the day of the competition,I was nervous and scared.

A PRESENTATION

It was a normal day at school after recess: rowdy, hot, and sweaty.
"1, 2, 3, everybody!" Mrs. Lim, our form teacher, said.
"As you know, the school presentation is coming, and we have not gotten a presenter, so who wants to be it?" she asked.
Out of the blue, our class burst out into an argument, saying, "Me! Me!"
Then I couldn't take it any more and said, "Why don't we take a vote?"
They nodded in agreement, so we held a vote, but little did I know what would happen...

We took a vote, and the winner was me. "Please, no," I begged.
"Don't worry, Sam. I know you can be a great presenter," she said.
I didn't want to let her down, so I practiced and practiced on what to do:

1. Know what to talk about.

2. Make sure I don't make mistakes.

3. Hope that they like it.

So I practiced and practiced — I want to say — again and again until I got the perfect one, and I did.
"Hi, my name is Sam and..."
It was perfect! Now I just had to wait for the presentation...

On the day of the presentation, I was as timid as a mouse, but I was not going to let Mrs. Lim and my friends down, so I persevered.
"Now let's welcome Sam, the commentator!" she said.
I went out onto the stage, but I fell down on the stairs.
I thought everybody would laugh at me!

But then I heard her voice:
"You can do it, Sam!" she said.
I was not going to let her down, so I continued,
"My name is Sam, and I..."

After I finished, it was silent.
"What happened?" I thought.
Then the audience gave a standing ovation!
I was relieved.

And then I walked off the stage — not with a medal, but with something else: growth.

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The second Ms Jenny mentioned my name I froze in shock because I have stage fright. I was shock and sacred at the same time. I did not have any confidence in myself. "I think I can represent my class, I whispered

When I got home from school, I did the usual things like showering, eating lunch and doing homework. And now I started to practice for the competition I practised long and hard for Me, Ms Jenny and the class. There was one day left before the competition.

I practised for the last day before the competition. It was the day of the competition,I was nervous and scared.

By the time Ben reached school, the halls buzzed with the usual morning bell. As he slid into his seat, his teacher clapped her hands for attention. "Everyone," she said with a big smile. "Ben will be representing our class this Friday for the poetry recital competition!" A few students clapped. Ben sank a little in his chair. His stomach turned. He had not even known there was a competition 一 and he definitely was not ready to stand in front of a crowd.

After school, Ben trudged home without saying much. Once inside, he skipped dinner and headed straight to his room. Dropping his bag with a thud, he stood in front of the mirror. For a while, he just stared at his reflection 一 quiet, unsure. Then, almost in a whisper, he spoke. "You can do this... maybe." He hesitated, then opened his notebook and began to read aloud, voice shaky but determined to try.

On Friday at noon, Ben stood backstage with the other students, his palms sweaty and heart racing. When their names were called, they walked out to a burst of applause. The lights felt hot. The presenter stepped forward, grinning. "Whoever recites their poem the fastest and clearest wins." she announced. One by one, the students took their turns. When it was Ben's, he took a deep breath, stepped up and let the words fly. No stumbles. No pauses. Just rhythm. When he finished, the crowd cheered. Ben blinked in surprise 一 he had won.

"I am here to announce that in two days, we will be delivering a speech in front of the school," our form teacher, Mrs. Lian, announced. Curious murmurs filled the classroom. I was as pale as a sheet. Sweat dribbled down my forehead. I hate being on stage. My teacher gave me a script, followed by the sound of a bell, signalling that school was over**.**

I went home, obsessing over the thought that I needed to be on stage. I did not let it get to me. I had to try. I spent countless hours practicing the script over and over again. Even saying it in front of my parents made me stammer. I thought I was done for**,** but little did I know that it would not be so bad after all!

Two days went by in a flash. Today was the day of my so-called "nightmare." It was my turn to speak. My teacher wished me good luck and off I went, standing in front of hundreds of students, some from different levels. I was so scared**,** but then, memories of my hard work and all the practice I had gone through started surging like speeding arrows towards me**,** causing me to start reading the speech bravely and confidently. Before I knew it, the speech had already been fully read! Yes, you heard it right. No stammering**,** and I did not look like someone whose blood had just been drained! Not only was I happy it was over, I was so proud of myself. From that day onwards, I learned not to doubt myself when faced with challenges, but instead to overcome them. This truly was a learning experience.

"Can I see Bella and Jasmine?" Ms. Adira said. Our classmates ran off to recess as they were hungry.

"Both of you have been chosen to represent our class for the annual poetry recital competition!" our teacher exclaimed. I was scared, and so was Bella.

We practiced hard all day and night, and still did not have the confidence. We even practiced in front of our class! The class was not expecting us to be representatives, as we were the "quiet kids." But now, everyone has a voice to start and a harmony to end. When it was my turn, I stuttered as I had stage fright.
"Fix the world and make it right, till darkness finally meets the night, where we go not where we sleep. Is the darkness alright?" with more stuff. That was the poem. I practiced hard as I wanted to stop thinking about it.

The day had come. Today was the day of the poetry recital competition. The crowd was wild! Everyone wanted to listen to the poems that we made.

"Next up, Jasmine! With her poem called Darkness!" the teacher announced. I went on stage with a proud smile. I used hand movements to make it expressive, to make it pop!

"Fix the world and make it right, till darkness finally meets the light. Where we go not where we sleep. It's the darkness? Fix the lies that once were told. Where we go is never forgotten by the light. Use dark when it's light till darkness finally meets the light." I said with expressions.

The crowd gave a standing ovation to me. Bella was proud of me. I gave a sigh of relief. In happiness, I won! I learnt that we should not give up when there are tough times.

Bag slung over his shoulder, Ben stepped into the damp morning; the pavement glistened, and the air clung coolly to his skin. The bus arrived just as he reached the stop, brakes squealing, and he slipped into his usual seat by the window, watching raindrops chase each other across the glass.

By the time he reached school, the corridors were alive with chatter, lockers slamming and footsteps echoing. As Ben slid into his classroom seat, his teacher clapped her hands for attention.
“Everyone,” she said with a bright smile, “Ben will be representing our class this Friday for the poetry recital competition!”
A few students clapped politely. Ben’s stomach tightened; his shoulders sank. He hadn’t even known there was a competition — and the thought of standing in front of a crowd made his throat dry.

After school, he trudged home, barely speaking. Inside, he skipped dinner and went straight to his room. His bag hit the floor with a heavy thud. For a long moment, he stood before the mirror, staring at the unsure boy reflected back at him.
“You can do this... maybe,” he whispered, the words shaky in the quiet.
He hesitated, then opened his notebook and began to read aloud. His voice trembled at first, but with each line, it grew steadier, his determination taking root.

Friday came quickly. At noon, Ben waited backstage, palms slick and heart hammering. The hum of the audience seeped through the curtains; the stage lights spilled in hot streaks across the floor.
When the presenter announced the rules — “Whoever recites their poem the fastest and clearest wins” — the room buzzed with anticipation. One by one, the contestants performed, their voices sharp and quick.

When it was his turn, Ben stepped forward, took a deep breath, and let the words pour out. They came smooth, clear, and sure — no stumbles, no awkward pauses, just the steady rhythm of his voice. When he finished, the applause roared.

Ben blinked, stunned. He had won.