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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

okay lol
i'm trying to look for my english compre
couldnt find it
but happened to see my surprise class test essay
the one that i thought was rather nice
better than my usual shit
but mdm sia gave me a B4
you know
yeah i shall type it out since i've nothing to blog about for the time being
:]


BROKEN PROMISE
"Chris, come on out and play!" I yelled to my best friend from outside her house. It took her a full three minutes to get out of her house and needless to say, we sprinted to our destination, the place where we both spent the most memorable times.

Dickson Train Station had been closed down long ago. It was by chance that Chris and I found a way to get in and it had been our favourite hideout since then. We would jump down onto the train tracks and pretend to be the passengers in trains that were terminating at the station. When we had any disagreement, one of us would sprint away and the other would try to catch up till we were both breathless.

There was once when Chris and I had a minor dispite, I ran away and Chris was trying to chase after me, when i accidentally tripped over a pebble and fell onto the rocky tracks. The impact of the fall made me scream and bawl. When Chris finally caught up and saw the cuts on my knee, she said, "Don't worry, it's just a little blood. Come on, get up and I'll give you a piggyback ride home." I smiled, feeling comforted.

On the way home, I asked Chris if she had thought about what would happen if we grew up and become old. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. It's a promise," she replied, looking serious, which was rather unlike her. i grinned gleefully. She was indeed my best friend, ever so nice and caring.

Five years passed and Chris and I were no longer in the same school. We met up less often, but still visited the train station, our best playground.

During one of our visits, Chris told me that her school was recruiting new badminton girls. It had been her dream to get into the region's best team. While we were about to part, I wished her luck for her tryouts the next day. We left the station with her telling me that she would call me to tell me the outcome.

Yet Chris did not call me. I was a bit disappointed with her for forgetting about me and supposed that she had gone out to celebrate with her new teammates. That night, I tried calling her, but her mother picked up instead, revealing the news that I would never ever want to hear. Chris has died in a car accident on her way to school for the tryouts.

Tears streamed down and onto my face as I dropped the receiver and collapsed to the floor. I howled and cried, inconsolable over the death of my dearest friend. Chris had broken her promise. Memories of the fun times that we shared flashed in my mind again and again as I mourned the death of my best friend, wishing that I had said what I never did, how much I loved her as a friend. It was all too late now.

"Dont worry, it's just a little blood. Come on, get up and I'll give you a piggyback ride home." Only this time, I could not carry her home.


yeah that's all lol.
actually i koped the idea from somewhere
but hahaha
whatever larh
i wrote the stuff without referring to anything.
blog next time
bye.



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