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Hi i am going to give my ESL exam igcse next month i needed help. Please help me. I wanted to ask whether this paragh that I have written below is worthy of getting an A+ or A? If not please tell me how to improve or what's wrong. This short paragh is about a busy market. I wanted to know what grade is this paragh worthy of? Please help me??!
People pass by me, some step on my foot, some violently knock past me, and some spare a nick of time to apologize while the rest move on. I glance on the window right next to me. It’s an artifacts shop, full of ancient artifacts, some paraphernalia necessary for war like swords, daggers etc. There is no light inside, just a petite candle burning in the room full of darkness. I decide that I might like to visit it, but I keep the visit for later. I stride along the street. There are innumerable shops lined one after another, there are also many street vendors on the road. The place is too crowded that I feel difficulty in breathing. I see a grumpy looking man. Thick eyebrows knitted into a gruesome expression. His hazel eyes darting here and there to look at people, he seems to notice me coming towards him, his eyes scan me. He looks a middle-aged man, he is short , sweat dripping down his face, a balding head wearing ragged clothes, he has a stall set up full of candies and chocolates, but no one seems interested to buy some of them from him. I want to buy some candies for my aunt’s daughters so I walk up to the stall and ask him for the blow pop candies. He answers in a deep, croaky voice that it costs three bucks. I hand him the money, grab the candies and hurry up to catch up with my exploration of this bustling and beguiling market. I am still walking along the crowded road, trying as much as I can to circumvent past potholes, the splashes of water coming from fruit vendors who are trying to keep their fruits clean and fresh. I finally find a shop that intrigues me; I enter the traditional dress shop. I see the owner sitting in a corner, sulking and looking at me with apathy. I ask him for the traditional clothes of this place, yet he takes some more long seconds before he replies to ask the women sitting in the counter to ask for it. I reach up to her and ask her. She is an old woman, wrinkly skin and sagging old eyes. Yet, her age doesn’t seem to affect her vivacious personality. Her benevolent smile and twinkling eyes create an aura of felicity around her. I feel contentment rising inside of me and request her to show me some traditional clothes. At last I find the one that I really like. I pay her the money for the dress, thank her and leave to return back to my aunt’s house. I finally feel really happy about today’s visit on my way to home!
People pass by me, some step on my foot, some violently knock past me, and some spare a nick of time to apologize while the rest move on. I glance on the window right next to me. It’s an artifacts shop, full of ancient artifacts, some paraphernalia necessary for war like swords, daggers etc. There is no light inside, just a petite candle burning in the room full of darkness. I decide that I might like to visit it, but I keep the visit for later. I stride along the street. There are innumerable shops lined one after another, there are also many street vendors on the road. The place is too crowded that I feel difficulty in breathing. I see a grumpy looking man. Thick eyebrows knitted into a gruesome expression. His hazel eyes darting here and there to look at people, he seems to notice me coming towards him, his eyes scan me. He looks a middle-aged man, he is short , sweat dripping down his face, a balding head wearing ragged clothes, he has a stall set up full of candies and chocolates, but no one seems interested to buy some of them from him. I want to buy some candies for my aunt’s daughters so I walk up to the stall and ask him for the blow pop candies. He answers in a deep, croaky voice that it costs three bucks. I hand him the money, grab the candies and hurry up to catch up with my exploration of this bustling and beguiling market. I am still walking along the crowded road, trying as much as I can to circumvent past potholes, the splashes of water coming from fruit vendors who are trying to keep their fruits clean and fresh. I finally find a shop that intrigues me; I enter the traditional dress shop. I see the owner sitting in a corner, sulking and looking at me with apathy. I ask him for the traditional clothes of this place, yet he takes some more long seconds before he replies to ask the women sitting in the counter to ask for it. I reach up to her and ask her. She is an old woman, wrinkly skin and sagging old eyes. Yet, her age doesn’t seem to affect her vivacious personality. Her benevolent smile and twinkling eyes create an aura of felicity around her. I feel contentment rising inside of me and request her to show me some traditional clothes. At last I find the one that I really like. I pay her the money for the dress, thank her and leave to return back to my aunt’s house. I finally feel really happy about today’s visit on my way to home!