Dog accident Story

“come back cookie ! come back!” I ran after my dog.
Giving no ears to me Cookie dashed into the road.

Just then a Lamborghini appeared and headed towards Cookie at full speed.

I watched in horror still with shock as Cookie ran to the middle of the road while the car was approaching.



    The collision was inevitable.



     Yoooooowwwwwwww !



     Silence.





I never expected that would be his last sound.

I  felt like everything happened slow motion. Pulling him away in snail speed. “Noooooo!” I shrieked in horror.







Earlier that day,  cookie and I were walking in the park. Seeing the beautiful scenery we see everyday. It was our holiday routine , so I ,as usual, held cookie’s leash lightly and strode around the park. The only time I would need to hold his leash tightly was when there was a butterfly. Cookie loves chasing butterflies. Cookie trotted as usual beside me.  Suddenly, I saw my best friend in the park, who I have not seen for a long time after parting secondary schools. I was in Funland when I saw her  and ran towards her leaving cookie. I did not notice the butterfly near him while running. When I was half way, I heard his usual butterfly catching bark. “oh no!’ I could mutter and the tragedy struck.



Hearing my shrieks my friend turned around to see me and asked what happened.
 At the same time, the driver came and apologised profusely , ‘I am so sorry I KILLED your dog’ he exclaimed .

 ‘HE IS NOT DEAD’ I shouted and let my tears flow. ‘KILLED ‘ tore my world apart.

 Trying to console me my friend said , ‘it is just a head injury !’

The driver called the ambulance with his smartphone and it arrived ½ h later. They put him in the stretcher and left.

The next day, when I went to the hospital, he was pronounced dead before arrival.

 Silence.

 Nooooooooooo! I wailed like a just born baby or louder.

I could not accept this. Why didn’t  god take me ? why cookie ?

Looks like 23rd January 2004 was the last day with cookie.

Fate is fate.



 Cookie was my all, without him was a evil , broken world .



 I cried till now and I will till I go to him.





THE END

Embarrassed Story

-- I dropped my microphone. It let out a loud whine as it hit the floor. The audience started to whisper and talk. I even heard someone shout, “Terrible!” I trembled like jelly. I totally regretted what I had said to my form teacher that day. Earlier that week, I was having my music lesson. When I was singing in the classroom with the other classmates, the music teacher passed by and thought that I had a talent for singing. She asked whether I wanted to perform on stage for the Teacher’s Day performance. I thought it would be awesome to show the school that I could sing well. I nodded my head and agreed to sing. I practised every day because of the performance. I practised so hard that I hardly even do my homework. In school, my teachers scolded me as I did not hand in my homework. My friends, even my best ones, told me that I should not sing in front of the whole school as I was too timid and frightened. I did not heed their advice as I believed that I would be successful. I always remember “practice makes perfect”. I wanted to show my friends that I could do it. Soon, it was the Teacher’s day celebration. I was so proud to sing to the school. After the Lion dance and the Chinese dance, it would be my turn to perform. I started panicking. I was gasping for air. I was too timid. I went to find my music teacher who saw that I was trembling. He told me to calm down and said that everything would be find after I started singing the song. My friends were right. I was just a scaredy-cat. I have not even gone up on stage and I was already panicking! “Next, let us clap for Chloe to come up on stage and sing us a song!” the emcee announced. When I walked up the stage, the audience was clapping and watching me. I trembled like jelly. There were like a hundred pairs of eyes boring into me. How could I even sing? There are so many pairs of eyes staring at me! I think I have a lump in my throat! All of a sudden, I dropped the microphone and it whined. I look to my music teacher in desperation. He just smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I mustered up all my courage and sang. Although I did not sing as well as when I was practising, I still put in my best effort. After I finished the song, I felt like a huge weight have been lifted off my shoulders. My friends cheered for me. I also showed that I could do it. Next time, I would take a deep breath and sing with the belief that I could overcome all challenges!

School Story

Sam spoke with a stammer. Despite his condition, he was an outgoing boy and was
never afraid to try new things. He strongly believed that when there is a will, there is a way.
Finally, the day for him to attend primary school arrived. He was a little worried and
afraid but he did not let his feelings affect his positive learning attitude. As he entered the
school gate of Flora Primary School, the hustle and bustle of the school greeted him. Students
in the canteen were either munching away on their finger-licking food or talking nineteen to a
dozen.
Soon, the school bell rang and it was time for the students to return to their respective
classes. Peace was restored in the canteen as the students left one by one. On Sam’s way back
to class, he met the principal, Mr. Teo.
“Have a great first day in school, Sam! I am sure you will have lots of fun here,” wished
Mr. Teo.
He gave a reassuring pat on Sam’s back. The pat was all he needed to calm himself
down as he felt he was ready to face the other students belonging to the same class as him.
In no time, the students of Sam’s class were back in their comfortable seats. Sam was
asked to introduce himself.
“Bu…but Mrs. Ta…Tan, I spe…speak wi…with a stam…stammer. The oth…other
pup…pupils will defin…definitely ma…make fu…fun of m…me,” Sam stammered as an
immense surge of panic and worry began to set in him.
“I’m sure they will understand your condition. Just go ahead and take your time,” Mrs.
Tan assured him as a smile appeared on her face.
Beads of cold sweat formed on Sam’s forehead as he introduced himself to the class. It
was terrifying. Forty pairs of eyes were glued onto him when he began his speech.
“Calm down Sam, calm down,” a voice broke out. Phew! It was just Mrs. Tan.
At this juncture, he was already trembling like a leaf.
“Ha ha! Ha ha! Big baby Sam needs a teacher to calm him down and speaks with such
a weird stammer. He should go back to preschool and learn how to speak,” a few boys who
were a little too tall for their age started to jeer at him.
Upon hearing that, the entire class except Tom erupted into peals of laughter.
Tom was the only boy sitting in the front row with thick nerdy glasses. He empathised
with Sam’s condition. Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes at this very moment while the rest of the
class continued laughing hysterically. Overcome by shame, Sam scurried back to his seat,
clutching a piece of napkin in his right hand.
Instantly, Tom walked towards Sam and comforted him, “Don’t worry Sam. I
understand your condition. This class does not have respect at all.”
After which, he put his arm around Sam’s shoulder.
Thud!
The sound emitted by Mrs. Tan when she slammed the dictionary on the table
ricocheted throughout the entire classroom. It scared the living daylights out of everyone and
silence was restored before Mrs. Tan went ballistic. She reprimanded the class for jeering at
Sam. With their heads hung low in extreme shame, the boys apologized vehemently to Sam.
Sam accepted their apology as he disliked holding grudges on people. That day after lessons,
he chanced upon Mrs. Tan as he made his way towards the school gate.
She smiled at him and began, “Sam, I know of your condition, my own son suffers from
it too. Just take your time to learn. Approach me if you require any additional coaching, I would
be more than pleased to help.”
Sam replied obligingly, “I…I… will Mrs. Tan, I will p-p-put in all my effort. T-t-hank
you for your unwavering faith in m-m-me.”
From that day onwards, the class refrained from making fun of anyone as they did not
want to get detention and another one of those tongue-lashings from their very fierce form teacher

written by sritha

Examination Story

Tension filled the hall; numerous eyes bored down their examination papers and
brows were furrowed in deep concentration. The hall was silent and you could hear the
scribbling of answers down on the test paper. The clickety-clack of the examiner’s heels
could be heard as she walked down the rows invigilating. Her razor sharp eyes tracked down
every move, not letting anything pass.
I stared regretfully at the blank paper before me; a bitter taste of defeat punched me in
my guts as answers failed to come to my mind. I did not study at all. When the time was up I
handed in the paper and prayed for the best.
A few months later, it was the day that our results were released.
“Class, today, I will be revealing all your marks for your PSLE (Primary School
Leaving Examination) Science paper,” Mr Tan, our form teacher said.
I had not slept well the whole night. My heart thumped profusely against my ribs. I
looked around and saw that everyone in the classroom also had worried looks plastered all
over their faces. Mr Tan called for us to collect our test papers.
“Tom!”
As I heard my name being called, I stood up from my desk and walked briskly to Mr
Tan. In my mind, I imagined that I had scored 90 marks. But to my horror, when I looked
down at my paper, I saw that I had only scored 69 marks. I was speechless and stood rooted
to the ground. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was not seeing things.
The world came crashing down when I learnt that I had scored 69 marks for my PSLE
Science paper. I tried to swallow the bitterness in my throat and ignore the dismay that swept
through me at that realisation. At the same instant, I imagined hearing my mother’s heart
shattering into a thousand pieces. It would be devastating news to her, as she had pinned all
hopes on me.
Suddenly, a thought came into my mind. Should I change the marks to 96? Or should
I just be honest? I pondered a while more and decided to change the marks to 96 and after my
mother had signed the paper, I could just easily change it back to 69.

When I went home that day, I tool out my correction tape and taped it over the marks. I
changed it to 96. Then I went to ask my mother to sign the paper. Little did I know that my
mother would check through the paper.
“Tom? Why is it that you can get 96 marks yet you have so many mistakes?”
“I…I…”
I was speechless. I decided to tell her the truth. She told me that cheating would not
help solve any problems and that we should be honest. Unable to contain my grief, I buried
my face into my palms and wept uncontrollably.
As the saying goes, “Honesty is the best policy.” I have learnt that being honest is the
best thing you can do. From this experience I realised that we should not do things that go
against our conscience. I would never perform such a silly act again. i will make sure my other exams are written with hardwork in it.
 written by sritha