2) They Were Not Rocks [Teacher Model: A Train Story]

Many years ago, I was on the train in Hong Kong.  I was standing in front of an old man, who was sitting down with a newspaper.

Suddenly, something like a little rock hit my arm.  I was confused, and wondered what hit me.  Then, something small hit me again, this time, on my cheek.

I looked down, and saw that the old man was clipping his toenails.  He had opened his newspaper to catch the toenail clippings, but they had bounced off of me, instead.

I was not happy.

Picture source: Wikipedia

Teacher Tip: 

Below, each sentence is on a new line. This isn't good writing style. Only skip a line and start a new for a new idea.