I started school at the age of four at my local primary. I 1 ’d been looking forward (look forward) to starting school for some time because I 2 (not have) any siblings, so I thought it was going to be the perfect opportunity to make new friends and have fun. On the first day, I 3 (play) with my new classmates when the teacher 4 (interrupt) us and asked us to pay attention. We all stopped what we had been doing and she introduced us to the class pet – Hammy the Hamster. He was the pet I 5 always
(want), but 6 never (allow) to have.
The teacher told us that each child – in strict alphabetical order – could take Hammy home with them for one weekend and then bring him back the following Monday. I could hardly wait for it to be my weekend. I 7 (get) to school very early every day and I 8
(feed) and play with him. I 9 (not want) to let the other children near him because I wanted Hammy to be my new best friend!
After three weeks, my weekend finally arrived. My mum hadn’t been too keen on having a hamster in the house, but I’d been very persuasive – I 10 (be) very resourceful as a child – and finally she agreed. I was so happy.
Saturday was a beautiful, sunny day, so I thought Hammy would appreciate a morning walk in the garden. However, as I 11 (take) him out of his cage, he 12 (bite) me, I 13 (drop) him, and Hammy ran away!
I 14 (not be) a child who 15 (cry) very often, but on that occasion I spent all weekend crying and looking for Hammy. Sadly, though, Hammy 16 (go) forever and I never saw him again.
The worst was yet to come, however. On Monday, I had to go back to school with an empty cage. As I 17 (explain) to the teacher what 18 (happen), I realized that the rest of the class were looking at me with hatred in their eyes; after all, I had lost the adored class pet! Nobody 19 (speak) to me for at least a week and I remember it being the worst feeling I 20 (experience) in the four short years of my life.