Before the ※ESAT-J, I realized I had left my exam ticket at school. My parents were shocked. My father said, “Go get it now,” but it was already night. My mother scolded me, “What if the school is closed tomorrow?” The next morning, I began my “mission.” The exam was in the afternoon, so I went to school early. I felt like a spy sneaking around, especially near the teachers’ room. My heart was pounding, but I found the ticket and quickly ran home. I made it to the exam on time. Even though I started to panic during the test, I got an “A.” Mission accomplished! As long as the result is good, everything else is fine! (119 words） ※ ESAT-J: 中学校英語スピーキングテスト By Rinako Y. You can send me a comment or your own story at jaremaga@gmail.com

One day, while shopping with my mother, I saw some cute red gloves on a mannequin. They were made of yarn and had a string to hang around the neck. I asked if we could buy them, but my mother said no. Instead, she suggested that my grandmother could make similar ones. When we got home, I messaged my grandmother. A few days later, a pair of adorable pink gloves arrived. They were handmade and looked just like the ones in the store. Now, I wear them to school every day. They may not be fancy, but I love them because my grandmother made them just for me!   (108 words)By Ikuho N.] Watch the video at https://youtu.be/6O5QJWHT6Bo You can send me a comment or your own story at jaremaga@gmail.com

My family always watches the morning news. One morning, I thought we were watching the news as usual. I looked at the time on the TV and thought it was still early, so I got ready slowly. I don’t usually look at my smartphone in the morning, but I decided to check it this time. When I picked it up, I noticed something strange—the time on my phone was very different from the time on the TV. Confused, I asked my mom about it. She replied, “Oh? This is a recorded program.” I looked closer and saw the date on the TV. It was from last week. Of course, I was late for school. (115 words)By Aomi N. You can send me a comment or your own story at jaremaga@gmail.com