Sunday, December 9, 2007 ♥ 8:10 PM
Chapter 1
“Son… It’s time to wake up!” I woke up to the hearing of my mom yelling.
Aww man, just a few more minutes… Just give me a few…(yawn).. more minutes… Just a few… more… The sandman had taken me away. Bringing me to dreamland once again. How nice if I could stay here forever, without worries, being kept safe all the time. It’s Monday, another school day. I had spent too much time and interest on the movie the night before. As usual, I had slept late and now it’s taking its toll on me. Now, let me introduce myself. My name is…
BANG!!
The sound of my bedroom door’s impact against the wall had woken me up. But nevertheless, I remained stationary, keeping my eyes closed. It’s probably Mum… Caught unaware, I felt sheer pain when my ears were being pulled. It really hurt a lot. I can’t believe my Mum would do such a thing.
I turned around as soon as she let go of my poor left ear. I opened my eyes, frowning, prepared to yell at Mum. I sat up and stared right at her. Right at, Sarah? Why on Earth is she in my room? I looked right at her, giving her a curious look. She just glanced back at me while frowning only an eyebrow. She placed both her arms on her waist.
“We’re going to be late for bus…” Sarah said.
I remained staring blankly at her, next at my legs, then back to her. I quickly covered my bottom half with the blanket. Jesus, I’m still in my boxers.
“Sarah, get out!” I pointed towards the door, asking her to leave.
“You’d better…”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll get dressed now…” I cut her off.
“Ok, see you… SOON!” She had raised her tone upon ending her sentence.
As soon as the door closed, I jumped out of my bed and dashed to the toilet. I started brushing while changing into my uniform. I still can’t believe Mum would just let her into my room like that. How many times has it been this month? 10 times? Drops of toothpaste foam dropped unto the floor and my shirt. Feeling frustrated, I wiped it off with my thumb.
On my way walking down the stairs, I could smell the sweet aroma of pancakes. Mum must have made them for breakfast. Mum makes the best pancakes in the world. I reached the kitchen, finding Sarah sitting on MY FAVOURITE CHAIR eating MY PANCAKES…
Grumpily, I sat opposite her staring at her as she gulped down the glass of milk dear Mum had provided her with. I hope she chokes. Mum came and placed a plate in front of me and appointed me to finish the remaining balance of the pancakes. I look at the plate between me and Sarah. Just 1 piece left. 1 piece left. I slowly raised my head and noticed Sarah staring at the pancake.
She smiled at me. The plate was obviously closer to her. That’s such a disadvantage for me. She was still smiling at me, informing me of her win over the last piece of pancake. Well, if it’s a fight you want, LET THERE BE WAR!!
We both raised our spoon and forks. Preparing for the battle of that one piece of pancake. Unexpectedly, she pointed behind me and shouted, “The bus has arrived…”
Nervous of getting late again, I turned back, seeking confirmation of the arrival of the school bus. Sarah had tricked me, but this wasn’t the first time. I had learnt from my previous lesson. Using my fork, I had poked the pancake before Sarah could reach it. I smiled at her.
“Looks like it’s mine now…” Victory tastes so sweet… I started scooping syrup to accompany my pancake.
But before I could lift the pancake onto my plate, Sarah spitted on the pancake. Staring at disgust of the saliva on the last piece of pancake, I could taste defeat. Wait, no, she may have won the battle, but she hasn’t won the war!!
I spat back onto the pancake. There, settled. The war has ended and I had lost. I had forgotten. Sarah had finished a piece or two before fighting with me for the last piece. A pancake wasted in the end. With my stomach growling all the way. What a morning. How eventful. How worse could things get?
The honking of the bus frightened the both of us. The bus is here. We ran to the front door, and slotted our feet into our shoes. Sarah finished hers in an instant whereas I had to untie to loosen the shoes for my feet to fit.
“We’ll be late, wear it on the bus!” Sarah told me nervously.
“Don’t worry, it won’t leave…” I shot her a don’t-worry look. Reassuring her that the bus had no reason to leave without the both of them. “Patience is a virtue.”
And as soon as we made our first step out the door, the bus sped off. Staring upon the departure of the big yellow bus, I couldn’t help but feel stunned. The bus left without us. I turned to face Sarah, who now has a don’t-say-anything look all over her face. I nodded in guilt. Whispering, “Silence is golden.”
I paused for a moment. Refreshing my brain so that it was able to interpret what had just occurred.
Looking back at where the bus used to be a minute ago, I spoke, this time with a higher tone...
“Well, I’ll be damned…”
“Thank you, Miss Aright.” Sarah thanked my Mum.
The three of us, me, my Mum and Sarah were on our way to school in my Mum’s car. We were definitely going to be late. We had missed the bus and asked Mum for assistance. I had thought of calling in sick and skip school for the day. But no, Sarah had to tell Mum about the assignment. What a great deal of help.
“No problem, I’m sorry my son had made you late,” my mum apologised.
“It’s ok. As long as he gets punished…” Sarah replied with a sinister smile.
Feeling down, I supported my head with my arm and stared out the window, thinking, Sarah will be the cause of my funeral. I might die young, thanks to her. I would love to be away from her. Far away, not in sight. That would be a hell of a relief.
Before long, Mum dropped us at the gates of Springfield Elementary. What seemed like eternity inside the car, listening to their conversation, had ended. Upon entering the front steps of the school, the bell rung. That was a sign, a sign that we’ve been late for class. Me and Sarah exchanged glances, she was smiling and I was sulking. Punishment. Judgement for arriving at an inappropriate and inaccurate time when lessons have begun had been waiting for me.
Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Kevin. Kevin Aright. 8 years old this year. And I’m doomed…
