她的范文：(The Time of Dementors 2013-07-14 08:40:12)

It was a beautiful day: brilliant blue sky, no clouds, shining sun, singing birds; it was perfect.  It seemed like nothing could go wrong.  Megan thought so too.  She peddled faster, enjoying the gentle breeze whooshing past her face, like a caressing hand, brushing her hair back and cooling her sweaty scalp. Megan let out a sigh of content. Her best friend of all time, Abigail, cruised up next to her, panting slightly.

"It's nice out here, isn't it?" She commented airily.

"That is the biggest understatement ever "Megan replied. They laughed together.

Then Abigail said, "Can we take a break? I'm beat."

"Sure," Megan said.

They cruised over to a bench in the shade, parked their bikes, and plopped down with great relish.

"Let's see what time it is," Megan suggested.  She reached into her pocket for her family's ancient watch.

"3:41."
"Whoa! Can I see that?" Abigail exclaimed.

She grabbed the watch excitedly, bring it close to her face.

The watch's hands were extraordinarily thin, like stiff golden strands of hair.  Diamonds encircled the face, and were encrusted in the bracelet, glittering in the sunlight.  The bracelet itself was made out of intricate and delicately woven golden bands that interlocked like clockwork.  The numbers were made out of compressed gold.  Every time the minute hand ticked, the watch vibrated ever so slightly like a heartbeat.  It was as if the watch were alive.  Its face shone like a miniature sun, burning slightly in Abigail's hand.  Abigail was mesmerized.

"Holy Cow!" She exclaimed breathlessly.  Megan felt like she should say something, so she spoke.

"It's been in my family for 7 generations and is, like, 250 years old."

"Wow!" Abigail handed back the beautiful watch tenderly, as though it were a baby bird.  There was an awkward silence.

"Anyway, it's 3:45 now." Megan commented, making a feeble attempt to change the subject.

"Is your break over?" She asked dumbly, still trying to avoid topic of her watch.  Abigail seemed to understand, because she said, "I guess."

They hopped onto their bikes and rode on through the park for a long, long time.  None of them noticed when the watch slipped silently from Megan's pocket, like a tear from an eye, and landed in the grass with a barely audible rustle, where it rested, ticking softly.



Half an hour later, Megan and Abigail were busy gulping down water, cup after cup.  They had called a break from their ride and were collapsed on the large, plush sofa in Megan's living room.

"That was so exhausting!" Megan exclaimed through a mouthful of her 3rd cup of water.

"I totally agree," Abigail said, a note of pure tiredness plain in here voice. "Can I see your watch again?"

Megan tried to hide a grin as she reached inside here pocket and felt around for her watch.  But her fingers didn't come across anything! Megan frowned and tried her other pocket with same results.  She had lost her watch!

"It's not there!" Megan cried.

"WHAT?" Abigail exploded.

"You mean to tell me that you've lost your 350 year old watch?!?!" she raged.

"It's only 250 years old," Megan mumbled through the lump in her throat.  Shame, guilt and depression came crashing down on her in one huge wave of negative emotions.

"Whatever!" Abigail snapped.

"We had to go back.  Someone will find it and sell it for millions! I'm positive." She went on. Megan bit her lip and willed the rock-hard lump to dissipate.

The rode down to Freeway Park again.  Now, the spectacular weather seemed to be mocking them.  As the grass rustled, it seemed to be whispering "Oh Magan, what have you done?" The birds seemed to be chanting, "Shame! Shame on you!" This only made Megan even more miserable.

Sunddenly, her bike lurched violently and stopped.  Megan tumbled off, like a leaf falling off a branch, scraping her knee. Abigail halted and came over.

"What's the matter?" She leaned over to inspect the tires.

"Uh-oh."

"What?
 Megan groaned, crawling back up.

"Flat tire.  Must've busted on a rock or something." Abigail straightened.  Megan followed suit, although more shakily.

"So, what you've trying to say is that I've go to walk? Ah that way? With a scraped knee?!" Megan demanded, her voice becoming shrill.  This was the worst day of her life!

"Looks like it," Abigail replied a-matter-of-factly.

Megan clutched at her face. "My life is HORRIBLE."

They continued slowly, like defeated soldiers; their heads bowed low, their backs slumped.  After 10 minutes, Megan stopped.

"This is POINTLESS.  We're NEVER going to find it." She dropped onto a nearby bench, her body limp and perspiring.  Abigail sighed and sat down next to her.

"I know it seems hopeless."

"OF COURSE it does!"

"But, I mean, we can't just give up.  We have to keep going.  Like, when you lost your jacket.  Even though it took an hour and you broke down into tears,  (oh please don't give me that look! You did!), we still found it, remember?" Abigail persisted.  Megan nodded hesitantly, slowly at first than accelerating.

"All right then.  Come on." Abigail stood and offered a hand to Megan.  She took it gratefully.  They continued steadfastly, keeping their eyes peeled for the flash of diamonds or the shimmer of gold.  Megan was just about to call for a break when something caught her eyes. It flashed again, a beam of sunlight among the lush green grass.  Megan bent down for a better look, holding her breath, heart hammering in her chest so hard, Megan felt as though it would burst through any second.

It was her watch.  No doubt about it! Carefully interlocking strips of gold, shining diamonds, elegant numbers.  Megan almost cried with relief.  She gently took the watch in her hands, savoring the feel of cool metal against here sweaty skin.  Abigail came over and peered tentatively over Megan's shoulder.

"How about I take it so we don't lost it again?" She teased. Megan stuck out her tongue and laughed.  She handed Abigail the watch.

"I swear, I will never lose anything again!" Megan vowed giddily, not really meaning it.  She said that all the time, and a week later, her homework would be gone.
"I doubt it," Abigail giggled.  Megan shoved her playfully.  They burst into joyous laugher again, and as they did so, the sun seemed to shine brighter, the sky appeared more brilliant, and the birds had changed their song to "Hooray!"



The two of them strode happily back to their bikes.  Abigail hopped onto hers and Megan rolled her back to her home, 12 Ticktock Lane, where they parked their bikes, entered with a jaunty bounce in their stops, and high-fived each other with great gusto, SMACK!!

这篇文章被选为realistic fiction的范文在全班朗读。她回来跟我说，她觉得很embarrassed. 我告诉她，她应该觉得proud才是。