The bell for class rang. All the students took out their books, waiting for the teacher. Our Chinese teacher, Miss Liu, had told us before that we were going to write a composition in class.
A minute passed, and another, but the teacher didn't show up. We began to wonder what was the matter with her. Was she ill? Or had she forgotten about the class? Nobody could tell. Soon some students began to study other subjects, and some students began to talk and even made noises.
About ten minutes later, the door opened and Miss Liu at last came in, smiling. She didn't say sorry to the class. We felt a little angry. The teacher often told us never to be late for class and said it was bad manners to be late. She also said that if we were late, we should make an apology either at once or after class. But now she was late and had kept the whole class waiting for such a long time and didn't even tell us the reason. It was unfair. At this moment, Miss Liu picked up a piece of chalk and wrote "The Teacher Is Late" on the blackboard and said that was the topic of our composition. All of us smiled and understood what the teacher meant.
