Fiction: Group 4
My Cup of Tea
St. Margaret's Co-Educational English Secondary and Primary School
(Secondary Section), Gambarota, Nadia - 17, Fiction: Group 4
ince I’m a girl and I can’t go to school, I work for my father in his shop. Cleaning things, delivering
packages and other things.
I was just sweeping the floor, when a few westerners walk in, my father often deals with western customers
and they usually buy some of my father’s cloths to ship back to their country as it is cheaper for them. My
father has no difficulty conversing with them as he went to school and leant well from an English teacher.
I’ve always asked my father to teach me but he refuses to so when I have time I go to the library to read
more about English and western culture.
My father comes over “Mei Ling, get some tea for our guests, go!”
I bring the tea over to the customers, when I’m walking towards them I can see that there are 4 westerners,
2 males and 2 females.
One of the ladies had long golden hair and light blue eyes, she as well as fair skin and wore a very radiant
red dress. The other wore a blue dress.
Then I moved over to one of the other gentlemen and offered him a cup of tea. He was wearing a white
suit and he had blond hair and a smile that could charm many people but when he accepted the cup of tea
he smiled at me but I didn’t like the way his eyes followed me, it looked evil and I felt a chill down my
spine.
Finally, I offer the last gentleman the cup of tea and when I caught a sight of him, I could tell he was
different than most westerners. He had the kindest blue eyes I have ever seen, and the nicest smile, he was
very interested in what kinds of cloth my father sold. He wasn’t like the other 3 foreigners, they seemed
very disinterested with my father’s store. And he was holding a small book and looking at it from time to
time whilst speaking to my father in very bad Chinese. He smiled at me and said “Ehhh, thanks...for tea”.
I nodded at him and walked away.
Nathan
This is my first time here in this new country, it’s so different from England’s cold, wet and foggy weather,
here it’s warm and sunny which is a nice change. I look at the map and try to find the silk store owned by a
man named called ‘Zhou’s Fabrics’. I look over to James to see if I can get his help but he’s too busy looking
at all the women around him. He always like this.
I elbowed him, “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” he asked innocently.
“Looking at those young girls you idiot!”
He answered me with a crooked smile. Sigh. Will he ever change? I look back to make sure that the girls
are catching up.
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