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Thursday, December 13, 2007 ♥ 11:28 PM

Chapter 4

It’s been five days now. Five lonely days. Sarah has been gone for that long. When is she coming back? I miss her… For the past five days I had been trying to ignore the boredom without Sarah’s existence. Everyday I walk home on my own, ate whatever Mum cooked before she left for work and off to study I went. With the spare time I had, I dominated games on my computer, yet again. Killing and annihilating monsters wasn’t fun anymore.

Late at night, I scrolled through my bag. Finding a large stack of papers, I took it out from the bag. The papers had Sarah’s name on it. I had been taking Sarah’s homework home everyday, hoping she would return the next day. But it never happened. She wouldn’t be back tomorrow either I guess. So, I dumped Sarah’s set of papers on the table. I’ll just return to her when she’s back. No point for me bringing it to school when she never comes.

It’s ten at night. It’s bed time. Sarah, wherever you are, I hope you’re enjoying. Cause I’m suffering here. Enjoy while you still can.

I’d like to see the look on your face when you see this pile of homework. Hehe. Teacher wants it done in two days. You’re so screwed, Sarah. Can’t wait. Hehe. I smiled myself to sleep.



After taking a long bath, I decided to catch “South Park” for a while. It’s one of the most ‘educating’ programs around. If you know what I mean… Always good for a laugh. I laid down on the sofa, remote in my hands and began channel surfing. I wanted to check other channels to see if there were anything better. Hmm, “Scarface” on channel 11… “National Geographic” on channel 23… “Basic…” Eeeww, it’s an adult movie! Switch, switch!

And overall, there was absolutely nothing better than “South Park”.

Laughing was something I enjoy. It signifies the joy you get from doing something. In this case, cute cartoons mouthing vulgar words in every sentence. Pretty evil for an 8 year old huh… Heh heh.

Suddenly, the sound of a loud vehicle engine dying outside caught my attention. It’s most probably Ms. Allen’s car again. That old, pile of junk was her treasure. She wouldn’t even sell it for a million bucks. What a pity old lady. Assuming that, I chose to ignore the vehicle and concentrate on the screen in front of me.

And then, someone knocked the door. It gave me a shock. It’s four in the noon, it couldn’t be Mum nor Dad. Their work ends at six. It couldn’t be our neighbours. They hardly come around at this hour. It couldn’t be anyone. Yet there was someone.

The doorbell began to ring continuously. Whoever’s out there sure enjoys toying with the doorbell.

Could it be burglars? Ringing the bell to confirm that no one was in the house? Don’t think so. This was a crime-free neighbourhood.

I decided to open the front door. If it was my time to die and the person standing out there happened to be Grim Reaper, I’ll accept it.

Bravely, I swung open the door. Took a look outside and saw no one. Could it be a ghost? Oh no. I took a step back and looked out the side window. Hmm, is that a black SUV in front of Sarah’s house? I see. I had an evil plan.

I took one step out the door. Pretending to be afraid.

“He… Hello? Is an…anyone th..there?”

And then I pushed the door wide open with all my might. It did not swing open all the way, of course. Sarah had been behind it all the while, waiting for an opportunity to frighten me. Well, obviously her plan failed. Muahaha. She was screaming for help.

I stopped and moved towards the back of the door.

“Sarah, don’t you think that’s stupid? Trying to trick me?” That was me, pretending to be macho.

“Aww man… I thought it would work…” Sarah stopped screaming and replied disappointedly.

“Hehe…” I put on my usual wide, innocent smile.

“So, did you do what I told you to?”

“Yea, yea… Finished everything.. What about my souvenir?” I raised my eyebrow and dropped it a few times.

Slowly, her hand reached for her pocket and pulled out… a WHAT!! A cracked transparent cubic.

“Here’s your souvenir. Sorry, if it wasn’t for the door, it would’ve been in perfect condition.” It was an insult, clearly directed to me.

I took a look at the glittering cubicle. I held it in my hands, my heart broken into pieces.

“It was special made… Your name is up there… See? Ke (crack) Vin.” Sarah explained.

I wanted to cry at the moment. Pretending to be smart, I actually crushed my souvenir. A souvenir with my name on it. T.T

For the whole evening, me and Sarah sat opposite to each other, staring at the cubicle. Figuring out ways of returning it to its normal state. It’s definitely a Mission Impossible. After thinking for quite a while, Sarah headed back home to unpack her things. Sitting around doing nothing but thinking doesn’t really help, Sarah said. True though.



At night, we decided to chat at nine.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure out a way to fix it.” Sarah tried to comfort me.

“I don’t think it’s possible…”

“Nevermind then, if I ever go again, I’ll get you a new one.” Sarah’s always so optimistic.

“Thanks, Sarah.”

“Sure, no problem…” Sarah smiled. “So, for the past six days… Erm, how has it been?”

I thought for a while before answering.

“One word --------- fun.”

“Oh, I see…” Her gloomy face appeared.

“Another word -------- boring.”

“Oh, haha!” She seemed happier this time round.

“Ok, enough about that. How was your trip?”

“It was so cool.”

( Conversation about the trip that Sarah had which the author, me, never knew. Because I had been focusing too much on Kevin. My bad, sorry. XD )

“Anyway it’s getting late. I gotta sleep. Nites!” Sarah mentioned.

“Ok sure. Good night, Sarah.”

“Wait, I can’t help but think that you’ve forgotten something very important.”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait till tomorrow…”

“You’re right. Hehe. Nites…”

“Ok, sleep tight Sarah.”

I shut the window and made my way to the bathroom. One last leak before going to bed. Before I turned off the lights, I noticed a big stack of paper laying on my table. Whatever it is on my table, I’ll sort it out tomorrow… I yawned and dimmed the lights. I rolled onto my bed and closed my eyes. Time to get some rest. It felt like the emptiness in my heart had been gone. For once I’ll have a good nights rest. How nice.

Yaaawwwnn…. Wait! Oh no! Sarah’s homework! Yikes!

zzZZzZZzZZZzZZZ…….


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