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Wednesday, November 17, 2004 Story of a Lost Girl: Her eyes were like a Well of Tears
She tossed and turned in bed, asleep, with beads of perspiration starting to form on her head as the past years of her life started to drift in front of her, the ghost like images brought back nostalgia, starting when she was only at the age of six… She found herself standing in front of the house she used to live in, the surroundings in the colour of dull black and white. She wearily pushed open the gate, and slowly stepped into the porch where the old car stood proud, with a glossy coat of paint and varnish on it. She looked into the wooden framed window which was rubbed smooth by sand paper. There she saw her six year old self, sitting by the coffee table with a box of colour pencils nestled by her, frantically trying to draw and colour a picture she drew of her family. As tears started to well up in her eyes, she heard the crunch of rocks behind her. She swiveled her body around and saw her parents step out of the old volks wagen. She gazed fondly at them, with her big prominent eyes filled to the brim with tears. Her mother had the same looks, but though everything was in black and white, she still saw her mother’s radiant face glow. This mother shone with love for her children, providing the best education and giving endless love to them. Next, her father came into her vision. He already had a firm built by then. Though forty years of age, he still had the boyish look his primary and secondary school had given to him. Behind those pair of spectacles, the girl saw a familiar pair of eyes, the pair of eyes she had. Big, wise, prominent, and dominent. They were chattering away about dinner that night, smiles pricking up at the both edges of their mouth. Just then, she heard the metal grill open. She turned her head and saw her six year old self running out greeting both of them with a hug. By then the girl had tears streaming from her eyes and running onto her pink, good complexioned face. The six year old gave her parents the drawing she had meticulously worked on for the past hour. Immediately, both parents faces had shone with joy and pride. Her nine year old brother stepped out and welcomed them home with a great bear hug. The family looked so good reunited after a hard day’s work. She watched her family step back into the house locking her out. She looked into the living area and saw everything was as cosy and warm as ever. Then everything began to spin rapidly around her, dissolving into space and reforming itself. She was in another year, the year, of 2000. She was the age of eight by then. There she stood, looking at the eight year old image formed in front of her. The eight year old was scribbling away hastily on a math work book , glancing at the clock from time to time. Then she heard her mother shouting from her bedroom “ I want that assessment completed in fifteen minutes Su-Lyn!”. Tears were starting to streak the eight year old’s face. The girl walked forward hearing her eight year old self muttering with grief “ Oh no, I still have three full pages to do! I should have played with old Smally just now!” a broad smile lit the girl’s face as she remembered her rabbit Smally. But the sight of her pitiful eight year old self made her want to burst with unhappiness. Her smile decreased by a few molars. She strode out of the room walking down the carpeted grey steps and into the back yard where she saw her old rabbit grazing on the last of leaves of her mother’s old pandan plant. A sweet smile played around her mouth as she saw it hopping here and there. Out of habbit, she strode over to the food box, forgetting where she was. As she tried to grab the box of rabbit feed, the box just slid through her fingers like water. She tried again but it slid like liquid through her fingers. As the rabbit hopped gaily towards her, it unknowingly passed through her foot. She bent down trying to stroke and feel the silk-smooth fur of her rabbit but to no avail. Frustrated, she walked back into the house with watery eyes. She saw the family sitting down for dinner once out of the kitchen. The feeling inside her was too much for her to handle, the feeling that wanted her to embrace her parents again. With tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls, she stepped outside into the porch, she remembered how her mother looked like in the year 2026 before she passed away due to cancer. How she along with her siblings and father had carried her coffin out of the chapel, surrounded by weeping souls. She gritted her teeth and shifted her mind out of that occasion she could never forget. She heard the comical laughter of her family and turned around. She grinned mildly after looking at herself. She had not only managed to complete her assignment but score full points. The surroundings around her began to dissolve again and reform itself into her old school. The school which brought back many memories…and she was standing in the year of 2001, the year which she addressed as the “Terror Year”. She realized the surroundings had formed itself into a scene of her old classroom of 3C. She saw the mean old grouce of a Chinese teacher standing in front of her nine year old self, scolding her . She told the sobbing nine year old to write her mother’s phone number down on a piece of paper. She was ignorant of the situation, and why the teacher was scolding her nine year old self. She then saw a group of proud and snobby girls sitting at the back, sniggering, gossiping, and pointing at her nine year old self. She walked over with her fists clenched. She was about to find out what they had been saying behind her back after fifteen years of curiosity. “…I personally saw her crumpling up her piece of paper, you know, the one which we had Chinese spelling on, and throw it away. Just because she scored a “ling dan”( a zero in Chinese) does not give her the right to do so…” The girl was horrified. She had certainly not done that! All she did was to chuck it down her bag and storm home. She did nothing of that sort, what, crumple it and throw it away. She felt angry with her younger self for the first time for not telling the truth. The domineering and fat teacher towered over her, pointing her sausage like fingers at her and screaming at her. Those girls had framed her. The Chinese teacher snatched the piece of paper with the number on it, and dragged her nine year old self from the class room and out. After a few seconds to calm and restrain herself of screaming, she ran out, chasing after the two, accidentally “bumping” into another girl. But instead of knocking over the girl, she just flowed right over her. Her eyes were wide in astonishment but she still ran after those two. The sentence “ What did she do again?” greeted her once she stepped into the staff room. What did she do again?? This teacher was unreasonable. Just because of one mistake, she would send any girl off to the staff room to phone her parents. The dreaded old grouch punched in the numbers to the nine year old’s mothers handphone and started ranting about what she did. The poor nine year old girl hung her head, with her eyes dripping with salty tears. As she watched the past over and over again, tears had started to leak from the corner of her eyes. The surroundings had started to reform again and the girl was back at the class room. Her nine year old self was sitting at her desk, ostrasized by her friends. Then two sweet looking girls walked up to her and comforted her and started chatting. Just then her nine year old self had started to cry. The two girls then noticed that there were slash marks on her arm. The Chinese teacher had walked into the classroom and noticed her. She asked her to see her after class. After class, she brought the girl to the staff room and questioned her about the slash marks. The girl did not dare to say a word but the teacher who had a harsh voice suddenly turned matronly towards the girl. She guessed that her parents had chastised her for the phone call the previous day. She explained to the girl that if she did not inform the parents, she would be called irresponsible. She then took a look at the scratch marks and the girl said in a sad voice, using Chinese “ I really did not throw the paper away, I had it in my bag, Stephanie and her gang had framed me I really did not do it!” the Chinese teacher said in a cold voice that she believed Stephanie.(Stephanie was the teacher’s pet) With her eyes brimming with tears she left the staff room back to class… and the surroundings had started to melt into time again…into the year 2004…. hey pple:P had fun reading?? next chapter coming soon! just need to write..... 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