I exited the lift and proceeded to chain my bicycle to the shoe rack. I hollered at my helper to open the door as I removed my shoes and socks, not bothering to arrange them. After all, there was a reason she was still being paid.

Entering the house, I dropped my school bag onto the sofa and took my wallet and phone out of my skirt pocket, checking the latter again for any text messages I might have received on the way home. No new messages. Of course. Nobody ever bothered to text me unless they wanted me to do something. Either that, or they were just my incredibly unreasonable and masochistic CCA members reminding me that there would be CCA the next day. I dreaded those messages.

Stop thinking about those lousy witches, I reminded myself once again. Only it wasn’t “witches”, it was another word that rhymed with that. It would not do well to yell at any of my siblings just because I was upset about my terrible CCA members. I forced myself to take a deep breath and filled my mind with more pleasant thoughts.

if u still havent figured it out, that character is me. the stuff abt me in point form is true, except that i dont have full lips, i do have one or two branded items and clothes, i dont cycle to and from sch - i wish, but my sch is too far away, Larry is my aunt's dog, not mine, and i dont really have a fixed ambition. e stuff in e paragraphs is fiction, though. (i'm not that rude to my maid, and i'd never let my cca members affect me like that. but i do dread their smses and phone calls.)

everyone had to read out their few paragraphs, and after i read mine, ms melinda said it was a typical singaporean life. (she's australian or sth) she liked it, but i didn reali appreciate my work being referred to as "singaporean". so when i got home, i wrote another few paragraphs on an older character, still female, and what happened when she reached home. here it is...

I bit my lip and turned the handle of the door. “Is anyone in?” No response. I steeled myself to keep calm before I really started panicking. This was not my first time coming home to an empty house, but it was the first time I had to enter at the stroke of midnight. I cursed myself inwardly for not noticing the time while hanging out with a group of good friends. I should have come home hours ago.

Starting to tremble now, I reached up to switch on the lights. The darkness was petrifying. My fingers missed the switch and I lost my balance, falling hard onto the shoe cabinet. I raised my arms to protect my face as my mother’s glass vase dropped from the cabinet and landed near me.

The sound of the glass shattering was simultaneous to the sharp pain that cut through my legs. I muffled a scream. Not only was I perilously afraid of the dark, I also had a low tolerance level for pain. Claustrophobia settled in now, moving and sweeping across me, over and over again. I couldn’t breathe properly, and the smell of blood caused my head to spin. I was terrified.

The walls seemed to be closing in on me, and I could not see anything around me. The torturous sensation of pain and fear increased by the hundredfold. Adrenaline pumped through me, a knee-jerk reaction to the survival instinct that was telling me that I had to reach the light switch. I had to do it, or I would go absolutely crazy.

I tried to stand, but crashed back down onto the floor again. If any glass shards had cut me, I couldn’t feel them anymore, my legs were completely numb. I succumbed to my intense fear of enclosed spaces, and though somewhere in my subconscious mind I knew I was in an open living room, the darkness did not allow my present mind to register that fact.

My breath came in even shallower gasps now, and I wished that someone – anyone – would come and save me. I clawed at everything near me, raking the carpet and tearing it open in a futile attempt to save myself. I threw myself at the cabinet, first rolling on the floor aimlessly and then pounding my fists on it in a fit of desperation. I moved back and forth, trying to force my way out of this dark, cruel pit of hell. I put my hands over my ears and screamed hysterically. Unable to defend myself against the pain that was coming back with a vengeance, I sobbed uncontrollably. My head was throbbing. ‘Somebody save me’, I mouthed before everything went black.

nice right! hahaha :D i wanted to upload this on fictionpress, so i went to check my fictionpress account, then realized i couldn access it cos i deleted my old email account. i had to create a new fictionpress account, and that sucks because u cant upload anything until 2 days after u create e account. and i'm not a patient soul. hahaha :D i want to write one-shots on fictionpress so that i dont have to keep maintaining them. as u can see, i've alreadi gotten bored with my fanfic despite onli having posted 1 chapter. i have half of e 2nd chapter in my computer alreadi, though.

cant wait to finish it!!! then i can start writing my claire and quil one. of course, sneha dodo would just tell me to start writing e claire and quil one first, then go back to e bella and edward one later. wich i suppose is good advice, but i have OCD! (well, i think so. it's a self-diagnosis) i cant help it! i have to finish what i start. hahahaha XD

right, back to e CAP session with ms melinda! nopenope, i'm not done! :D she made us look for 3 people (or grps of people) to describe. e descriptions didnt have to be very long, just a sentence or two to sum up what they were doing. these were mine...

1. He overturned the rubbish bin and collected the garbage in a large black plastic bag. Swinging the bag over his shoulder, he looked like he was carrying bodies from a morgue. I shuddered.

2. With a towel draped over her head, she picked up her huge container of water and trudged back into the Parade Square. It was time for Round Two of netball training under the hot, scorching sun.

3. She plunged her chopsticks into her container of food, quickly filling her mouth with noodles. She gossiped with her friend like old ladies, and her hand gestures became increasingly comical. While she was opening and closing her hands so that they looked like a bird’s beak, I nudged a friend and pointed at her. We both broke into peals of hysterical laughter.

i read e 1st one out, and ms melinda nodded and said it was very good :D :D :D sorry, i'm a sucker for praise and any form of adult approval (its a line from e simpsons). check out e review for e episode where i first heard e line!

haha, i realized that i forgot to put random facts abt myself in e last 2 posts. i guess i'll stop doing it already, its kinda weird. quotes are enough :D

Quote 2 remember: Its the friends that you can call at 4 a.m. that matter.

~thx 4 reading!~