Sunday, April 8, 2007
3:00 PM
I had piano lesson this morning, and my piano teacher asked for my grade 5 theory cert so i can actually apply for my grade 8 exam for this year. I went up to my room and surveyed the piles and piles of paper in my cupboard. Trust me, the situation was bad. I dug through the WHOLE thing, and finally found the bloody cert. At the same time, I also found a english compo I did during the extreme chiong period after prelims but before O's.

To be frank, that compo was exactly what I wrote for the o level english compo "dreams". The main storyline was the same, I just modified a lil to fit the o level title. So here's the original piece I wrote, "Justice".

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"Members of the Justice League! We gather here today, for there is a monster, a mean and crazed monster, attacking our town! The people are crying out for help. The people need us!"

I bellowed in the deepest voice I could manage, but considering that I was only seven and nowhere near puberty, a voice with hight resemblance to that of "Bugs Bunny" was the best I could do. Nevertheless, as the leader of the Justice League, I commanded the rest of the members, my classmates, to end the bloody massacre and send the "monster" back to where it came from. After a somewhat overblown episode of charging blindly around the classroom and sprouting ludicrous cries of "Take that, you crazy creature!" and "Bam! Bish! Wham!" without actually inflicting any physical pain on the "monster", it finally pleaded for mercy.

"And once again, Justice League saves the day! Wonderman hooray!" I raised my action figure high up in the air, its cape flapping freely behind it. Satisfied and covered in a film of perspiration, I entered the classroom's broom cupboard to change out of my clingy skin-tight "Wonderman" outfit. Everybody else had gone home, except for Zac, who waited for me to walk home together as we were next-door neighbours.

Suddenly, I heard the slamming of the door and a click, which meant the classroom's door was locked. Curious, I peered out of the crack conveniently located on the door of the broom cupboard. I stifled a gasp when I saw who just entered the room and locked the room. It was Herman, the ten year old bully, notorious for his unruly and abrasive behaviour. He was the nightmare of all tiny children.

"So, you're all alone huh, little Zackie? Heard that you've been appointed as the class treasurer. Now hand over the ket to the class fund!" He grinned in a psycho and manic way, which sent me quivering uncontrollable, unconcerned about being half naked as my wad of tights rested motionlessly between my feet. Needless to say, Zac was petrified. His brain was temporarily stupefied and his eyes were unfocused, flickering in all possible directions, as if to find a way out of this surreal situation.

Impatient, Herman barked at him once more for the key. Zac snapped out of his daze and shook his head tightly. It must hav drained him most of his courage just to do that. Upon seeing the rejection, Herman's complexion rapidly turned into a ruddy hue. He grabbed the teacher's porcelain mug and smashed it into smithereens. Grabbing a broken piece with a relatively sharp edge, he waved it menacingly before's Zac's face.

"I'm warning you, you slimy grub! You dont want to get hurt, do you? Now hurry up!" He shrieked, breathing like a nymphomaniac.

By then, Zac was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of trepidation. His knees buckled and he sprawled on the ground, his pants soddened with who-knows-what. Herman has long forsaken his "humanness" for individual avarice, and this time was no different. He loomed over Zac, devoid of all mercy and compassion.

Meanwhile, I was frantic. "Should I stay here, safe and secluded from the nasty situation outside until Herman, the human being abhorred universally, goes away? Or... Or should I go out there, save him, and possibly get myself killed?" I thought to myself.

What would the leader of the Justice League do?

Suddenly, I received enlightenment. Quickly kicking my tights off, I grasped onto a big black rubbish bag. Barging through the door, I charged towards Herman. I leaped on to the teacher's table and pulled the plastic bag over his head. Herman, with his slow processing brain, thrashed about like a cantankerous bull, the bag still over his head. Without a moment to lose, I jerked Zac up to his feet and pulled us both out of the classroom at breakneck speed.

With discord hand and eye coordination, I frantically double locked the door from outside. Drowned by a hefty mixture of emotions, I slumped on to the floor, half naked. After a while, we regained our composure. I removed my cape and wrapped it around my lower body as we headed towards the staff lounge. The sounds of thundering bangs and shouts from the classroom gradually became softer as we proceeded.

Justice League saved the day!

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