My holiday is not special. But, I love my holiday.
I just stayed in my home. I spent my holiday at home. But,
sometimes I go to school. On first week holiday I played with my friends
when Junior High School. It was fun. I missed my friends very much. We
called that reunion. But, our reunion was freak.
I have scary story. It was from my brother. He went to
Pangandaran to spend his holiday with his friends. He stayed in my
grandmother's house. My parent command my brother to took some picture
of the house. So, my brother took some picture. When, he went to
Bandung, he looking the picture. He saw something freak. On the picture
of kitchen he saw ghost. So, he told my grandmother. I want to know, so I
asked to my grandmother what happen. She told me about the picture. I
didn't believe that, It was real. Because that picture I couldn't sleep.
I was lucky because it happened when holiday. If it happened when
school day, I could sleep on class everyday. Now, I'm not scary. And I
can enjoy my bed time.
I went to school for angklung. We would concert, So we
trained. But I love that. I love my holiday. Maybe, my holiday is
boring for somepeople. But, it's funny because I have new experience
Thank you for reading my story.
