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At home 

What a facinating subject, Randy  thought, after closing his commerce homework book. 

He rose from the chair he was sitting on and looked at the wall-clock. It was 5:50pm. I've got to listen to the news. 

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'Can I turn the telly on, mum? It's five to five', asked Randy. He just entered the lounge. 

'Yeah, it wont disturb me', Theresa replied. She was checking for new mails on her PC. As a fashion designer, she is sometimes engaged in attending to customers. She've had this experience for over twelve years. Immediately she graduated from secondary school,she went to a fashion institute - Horders fashion institute, where she studied fashion designing. She started her career as a top executive in a fashion firm. But later broke off for three years, when the company went bankrupt. 

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At the end of the news

What’s next, Randy yawned. He stood up and walked to  his room. 

That night, Sam came home earlier than usual. He beeped, then the gatekeeper opened the gate. Sam wind down. 

'Hello! Tony', said Sam to Tony. 

Tony grinned a broad grin. 'Welcome sir!' 

'Thanks, I have got something for you', Sam said, picking the stuff he bought - inside a gift-wrap at the right seat in the car. 

Opening the gift-wrap, it was a mobile device, a PDA, that was inside. 'Am very grateful, thanks a lot' 

'No big deal!', said Sam. He got out of the car, walked to the entrance door and rang the door bell. 

The door opened. 'Boom!', Theresa yelled with excitement. 

'You scared me', said Sam. He smiled placing his hand on his chest. 

'I knew you were the one at the door, I saw you from upstairs', said Theresa, helping him with his briefcase. 

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On wednesday - May the 31st it was a dull cold day. Randy had to put a tarbard on. 

Students are all seated in their classes getting set for the days lectures. 

'Blimey!, i've left my commercial textbook at mine', said Randy to Gary - a boy seating next to him, by the right. 

Mrs Beatrice - the commerce subject teacher - a fair fat woman of medium height was soon to come into the class. 

'What am I going to do now ', Randy told Gary, looking disappointed. 

'Don't let it bother you', said Gary. 

Gary has always been a good mate to Randy. He took his rucksack and placed his own textbook on his table. 

'Hey, Randy!', he called. Randy was already looking out through the window - thinking on how to skip the lecture. 

'Let's share, shall we?'

'Oh yeah, thanks a lot, I appreciate'. 

Whenever it was time for a teacher to come into the class, everyone would get prepared. They bring out their writing materials - pen, notepad, textbook and such like. 

The period was coming to an end when Mrs Beatrice entered the classroom. 'Morning class!' she said. 

'Morning ma!', the whole class chorused. 

'I am sorry I'm late', she apologised. 'Today, I will give you all some homework to do cos very soon this period would be over. Write these up in your notes...' she told them what to do and left the class.