Friday, August 31, 2007
The Fall of Single Feather...
A really short story. Hopes Yiyun doesnt see this. XD
As I removed the layers of clothing off myself, I stepped into the shower, feeling the soft pattering of the cold rain of water. I smiled, feeling refreshed. It the first shower I could have the day. It was late at night by now, and I was busy the whole time. I cannot feel any better.
As the droplets rolled down my skin, I looked back the events over the pass two days. They were long eventful ones, and painful, since it cost me tons of money. It was worth it, however, I felt like a month of holiday.
Yesterday, school was unexpecting. We knew that this day would come, but none of us expected Thrusday to be that day. Stepping into the lab, unaware the surprise that stood waiting for us, we were stunned. On every table was a pail, with sugery items, and a heart. A pig's heart to exact, smeared with blood and the stench of the dead. A cold shiver travelled down my spine. In turn, a sense of excitement went into my muscles. After a thorough briefing by my teacher, I took the scapel, and started to slice through the aorta, smiling, feeling the cold touch of the heart in my hands.
After school I headed to the home of my friend. There were a total of six of us altogether. After having lunch at his home, we headed towards the bowling alley. It was my first time. It was a good start, with a horrible end. I had good bowls, but with weak power, it was hard to score a strike. Watching the pins fall was ecstastic.
This morning, we had a fun, and memorable event in school. It was the Mr. Cool Marist of the year. The contestants were not cool with their looks, but they are with their dance. Sweet moves, powerful pops, they were eye-catching. Plus, games which were disturbing to the teachers, but enjoyable nevertheless.
After school, I headed to my Primary school, meeting my friends, talking to my teachers. I chanced upon an old classmate, which I did not made contact with in a while. He was the same old guy, though I resisted calling him with his nickname. Deep down, I started to feel that it was not very nice. Once I was done here, my mates and I, the four of us, we headed to the "Kbox". Cracking jokes on the way, filling ourselves with laughter and dread, of making fun of ourselves.
Cant think of how to continue. Nothing much happened after that though. lol
Later...
Taken by one of the magicians::
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