One rainy Tuesday, Leo reached into his backpack for the key. His fingers touched only loose pencils and crumpled homework. He froze. The key was gone. He retraced his steps in his mind: the playground, the bus, the bakery. Nothing. Without the key, he could not enter the library. And worse—tomorrow was the annual Storytelling Contest, for which he had prepared all month.
Determined, Leo decided to search the village from end to end. First, he ran to the school playground. He crawled under the slide, checked the muddy puddles, and asked his best friend Mia. No key. Next, he dashed to the bus stop, where the driver let him search the lost-and-found box. Nothing but a single red mitten. Finally, he went to the bakery, where Madame Claire gave him a cookie and let him look behind the flour sacks. The key was not there. Exhausted and nearly in tears, Leo sat on the library steps. Then he noticed a tiny glint under a loose cobblestone. He pried it open—and there, covered in dirt, was his key. exercice schéma narratif
Leo grabbed the key, wiped it on his sleeve, and slid it into the lock. Click. The heavy door swung open. The warm light of the library washed over him, and Mrs. Gable smiled from behind her desk. He had made it just in time to practice for the contest. One rainy Tuesday, Leo reached into his backpack for the key