Novel & Cerita Porque English

"Well, simplest my English is enormously better. Because my circle of relatives travelled the sector with me... English became kinda pressured into my brain." "Eh... you are one in every of people who lower back from abroad? Ah, this is the equal for Isabella too, right?" "Yeah." . . . ….

I know we all speak English but I thought they spoke it differently than we did. On the way to class Angel informed me about Mr. English and the way he teaches. He is very strict, but apparently he preaches the Idea that as long as it’s proper English anyone could teach it. She also said he was not part of the pack. We entered the class and I got chills up my back. As we walked in I looked over everyone in the class.

I have to remove such comments because it's really devastate my mentality. Why my English is bad? Because I've never been to school like you all. I self taught or self study myself in the house. So you see why I'm not good at English. Please I'm really trying to edit the story. I love my readers and their opinions matters to me most. Love you all ( heart broken 💔💔)

Who knew they spoke English in Brazil? "Good evening. Do you really speak English in Brazil?" I asked Don't judge me, I can't keep my curiosity to myself The tour guide smiled "Because of our job as tour guides, we learn universal languages like English and Chinese" "Oh that's so cool. So will I be seeing a lot of people who speak English here?" I asked "Yes actually, mostly the elders here commune in Portuguese" The tour guide explained. I thanked the tour guide for the explanation and dragged my box after me.

But their status is sufficient to differentiate their attitudes and behaviors. "Why did you come back? And what is the purpose of you coming back?" -To Be Continued-

“Why do you have this?” Safiya’s voice was gentle but firm. “Because I was the one who made sure you were born.” Ayesha’s world tilted. “No.” She stepped back. Her mother watched her carefully. “Did you ever wonder why you were different, Ayesha?” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. She thought of all the times she had survived what should have killed her. All the times she had been faster, stronger, smarter than everyone else. Her ability to process information faster than normal.

And he knew that he needed to show some courtesy towards the English girl. Cecil said, “It’s alright. I’m fine.”. “ I suppose that you are in a hurry.” The girl smiled at him, and said, “Sorry, sir. I don’t mean it. I am too anxious to see my dad who will be waiting for me at the Queen Wharf.” “Queen Wharf?” asked Cecil. “Yes, it’s called Queen Wharf.” Bewildered, the girl looked at him intently, and asked,” Are you a newcomer to Rangoon?” “You look a new Rangoon resident to me.”