An Accident

  The sun baked the ground with a vengeance. The occasional breeze had died down, leaving the trees and grass to wither in the scorching heat. Yet, we all felt thrilled as we were heading to the Esplanade before our term break.

  My teacher did a head count before we set off. We were in high spirits when we piled onto the bus. The journey was about to begin! We chatted and sang songs on the way, hoping to reach the Esplanade soon.

  All of a sudden, I heard the screeching of the brakes. The bus screeched to a halt. We were all curious to know what happened. Was there a collision? Did we run out of petrol? Did the engine break down? Will our trip to the Esplanade be ruined? All sorts of questions filled my mind.

  We all felt worried as our bus was stopped at the road shoulder, holding up the traffic. The cars were honking loudly and angrily. There was a long train of cars building up behind us. The road was in a chaos.

  We gathered around the bus doors, only to see our bus driver helping an old lady up. Her groceries were strewn on the floor. Her legs were sprawled on the ground. She seemed to have bruises on her elbows, but no serious injuries. 

  The bus driver took her up the bus. Our teacher suggested taking her to the nearest hospital for a check up. After that we continued our journey to the Esplanade.

  “I want you to write a reflection no less than three hundred words on how responsible the bus driver was. Hand it to me when you return from your term break.” My teacher told us. We all groaned. The last thing we needed was homework for the term break.

Drug Dealers

Kelly was perspiring as she had just finished netball practice. As she trudged home in her dirty P.E attire, she longed for a refreshing cold bath and relaxing in front of a television while sipping coke.

As she was nearing Block 346, she noticed a man clad in a black shirt and blue denim jeans. He wore a large cap and an earring on one ear. He was glancing impatiently at his watch every now and then. When he saw a policeman, he crouched behind a pillar.

“This is odd,” Kelly said to herself. “Why is he afraid of the policeman?”

Kelly found the man suspicious so she decided to observe him. She noticed him light a cigarette nervously. His hands were shaking. “Could he be waiting for someone?”

True enough, another young man, quite breathless, appeared. The two men waved at each other.

“Do you have the money?” The older one asked extinguishing his cigarette.

“Show me your money first,” the other replied.

Kelly shuddered. She suspected that they were drug dealers. Kelly whipped out her handphone and dialled for the police. After that she took a photograph of them and sent it to the police.

Not long after, a police car raced to the void deck. Kelly hid behind a pillar immediately because she was afraid to get hurt.

The policemen surrounded the two men. One was shot in the arm as he tried to get hold of a policeman’s pistol. The other man was desperate enough to put up a struggle. However, they were outnumbered and overcame.

Relieved, Kelly came out of her hiding place. A week later, Kelly received a letter from the police commending her for her vigilance.

Animal Abuse

  Three mischievous boys set off in the sweltering heat of a Saturday afternoon in search of something exciting to do.  Tom, the oldest among them, was the leader.  Seeing a cat, he suggested to the others to chase it.  The boys corned the cat in any alley.  Grinning, Jack was only too glad to see the discarded objects on the ground near a dust-bin.  Looking at the others the same thought resounded in their heads – they had ready ammunition to attack the cat.

   “What luck!” His brother, Joe stuttered and jumped with joy.  Picking up an empty can, he hurled it at the cat.  The poor animal screeched in agony.  That seemed to amuse them.  The boys continued to attack it with all sorts of objects and even sticks.  When they ran out of ammunition, they started to kick it.  “Stop it!” a voice barked that they stopped mistreating the cat.

   Afraid that they would be identified, the boys fled the alley immediately. The stranger was none other than Mr Tan, the school discipline master.  He was boiling with rage that the boys has ill-treated a poor, helpless animal.  He picked up the bleeding and half-dead cat and rushed it to the nearest veterinarian, hoping that he would be in time to save it.

   Mr Tan returned to the alley to look for clues that would lead him to the three mischievous boys. He was in luck.  From the corner of his eyes, he spotted an identification card near a dustbin. The face in the photograph looked familiar.  It was identified by a form teacher and Tom was called up.  When confronted, Tom broke down and gave away the identities of the other two culprits.  The discipline master gave the boys a dressing down. 

They were caned in public for their disgraceful act.  The message that Mr Tan sent to the whole school was “Be kind to animals or else…”

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