I walk very slowly with a big, heavy box in my hands. A boy runs very fast towards me. He is too fast. And he can’t stop. Oh, dear! My box drops to the floor and the books are everywhere.
What can I do? I want to cry. The boy says, “Sorry. ” And he helps me to pick up all the books. He then helps me to carry the box of books to our classroom. Who is he? He is my new classmate. His name is Jimmy and he is from England. We are good friends now.