I remember getting to write narrative essays in SPM. That was one of the few reasons I enjoy English. Being allowed to be creative and write about anything. After SPM all the essays written are usually factual essays which greatly inhibits the imagination.
During high school my essays are usually dark and grim. I am not sure if my teacher will feel concerned for me when she read my essays. This is what I usually write. The plot is kinda the same even though the style I use now is different than when I was in form 5.
So yup here it goes:
I was never so happy when I saw then sun set and felt the wind rush on my cheeks. I cracked a smile on my lips and close my eyes just before I hit the ground.
There is always this one spot in the municipal park I always love to go to. There is always this one bench where I always have my lunch or read a book during my break time. This spot has always been my favorite place to go to because in the hectic and hustle bustle of the city, there is a certain peace in this park which attracts me.
Today is just like any other day. I left my office for lunch at 1:00 p.m and I head to my usual spot in the park. I sat down and just as I want to open my lunch box, a person crashed into me causing me to drop my lunch on the floor. I love my food so my only reaction was to stare sadly at my spilled lunch scattered on the floor.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there" said a voice which echoes of summer. I look up and I gaped like an idiot. Because I saw the girl of my dreams. She looks so perfect. She had a heart shaped face. Her long black locks swept by the wind. Her round apologetic eyes. All I can do was stammer like an idiot and gape at her. "I'm so sorry! I will pay for your lunch okay? Better yet I will make it up to you. Let's go have lunch now!" Her voice sound so sweet. I only mumble okay and followed her across the park to a nearby cafe.
She proclaimed the was the most clumsy person in the world. She often trip and stumble everywhere. I felt as though I was in high school again. While she talked I felt shy to even look at her directly and I just nod and mumble a reply. I am confused. Why do I felt so shy? I have talked to girls before. Heck I even dated a few girls before. Why is she making me feel so odd? I look at my wrist and noticed the time. I need to go, I got up and told her I need to get back to work. Before I left, I asked shyly " Erm... May I know your name?" She looked surprised. "Oh so sorry again! I been talking so long and I have yet to introduce myself. Hi my name is November, it's an odd name I know but it's mine and I like it!"
Since that day I stumbled upon November, I went to the park everyday during my lunchtime with hopes I will get to see November again. I am not someone who believe in fate but somehow after meeting November by chance, I am starting to believe in fate and destinies. Perhaps it was fate that decided my chance encounter with November. I sat on the bench day by day. However two weeks had gone by and I did not see November again since that day.
"You really like to come here don't you?" asked a familiar voice. I look up and it was November. I did my best to contain my excitement and said hello. She sat down beside me and I told her how much I love this spot in the park. About how I always come here during my lunch hours to enjoy the serenity. "I grew up around here. I often come to this park and spend countless hours in the playground when I was a kid. I moved away from here after I got my job but I still come here whenever I can" said November in her melodic voice.
As weeks turned into months, my encounters with November become more frequent, We talk about everything. I begin to feel more comfortable with November. We talked about everything. As the days come to pass, I am starting to fall in love with November. I always think one day in life I will meet someone who will be the one. November seems like the one. People come and go but I felt November will be the one who stays, forevermore.
Two months after meeting November for the very first time at the park, I asked her out. She looked puzzled and surprised when I asked her. "You are cute" she giggled. "Okay I will go out with you." she agreed with a smile. I was so happy.
And so we went on our first date and from first went on to second and third and on the seventh date on the first of November I asked her to be my girlfriend. She reacted the same way she did when I asked her out for the first time. She giggled and gave me that smile that could light up the darkest nights and she said "Yes, I am yours"
*This is the time where I look at my watch and see how little time I have left*
I love to read fairy tales when I was a child and now it feels like I am living in one. I am now dating the girl of my dreams and things are looking good. Life seems to be moving along the happy ending. We were happy together. Like every other couple we have our arguments and small fights but even after every fight we will still make it up and be happy.
From months to years. It's been 3 years since November came into my life and I really think she is the one. I felt it was time I asked her to be my wife. We met for the first time in November so it should be right for me to propose to her in November. I planned everything out. I am supposed to be away on a business trip and I will come home early to surprise her and ask the big question.
So finally, on November 25th exactly 3 years since we met, I knock on our apartment door. "Evans!" November said when she opened the door. Her hair was in a mess. She looked shocked and exhausted. "I thought you are still away on your business trip" I told her I came home early to see her on our 3rd year anniversary. "Erm well can I come in?" November stepped away from the door and let me in. That is when my my world shattered. There was another man in the bedroom.
My mind went blank. I backtrack my steps and went out of the apartment. I heard November called after me but I just walked up the stairwell to the rooftop. I thought everything was perfect. How could I not see this coming?
The sun is setting now. I stood on the ledge looking down from 20 floors up. The world feels so serene. The wind on my face. The setting sun giving the sky a majestic blood red hue. I felt the tears trickled down my cheeks. Perhaps life is really like a fairy tale without a happy ending.
"Evans?" November call out softly and apologetically. "I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean for you to find out this way." She inch closer to me. "Erm.. Just step off the ledge please and talk this out" Her voice sound broken and frail. I really don't know what to say to her. She moved closer to me. Now she is behind me. Looking at my back while I stare out to the sun set, standing on the ledge. "Evans?" she reached out towards me.
The moment her hand touched me, I pushed. I saw her stumbled upon the ledge. I saw her face as she fell. How terrified she is. Her tears carried up by the wind as she fell. The last sound I heard from her is a loud sickening splat as her body crashed on the pavement below.
I didn't know why I did that. I stepped off the ledge and puked. What have I done? I loved her with all my heart. How could I pushed her to her death? Shuddering, I knew there is only one thing I can do now. I have no where else to go. I climbed back on the ledge. Looking at the sun set. That November sun set. The last day I get to see November. I took a deep breath and jumped.
So basically all my essays in form 4 and form 5 were like that. It is usually a love story where either I cheat on someone or the girl cheat on me and everyone dies in the end. I got an A for it sometimes. I can't remember what name I use last time so I used November as the girl. A very grim essay indeed lolol
November has come to pass and say hello December!
BRING ON THE SNOW!
CHRISTMAS!
It's the 1st of December and I got a test -.-
It's the last month of the year and hey let's all make a list of the things we want to do before the year ends and procrastinate until 31st of December to get it done
The nutella with an identity crisis. Am I a nutella? Or am I m&m's? Oh god what am I?!
Okay I should get back to cramming my head with phase modulation theorem. Good Night Peeps!
I read somewhere dreams are stories of your life written by your soul. Last night I dreamed I was defending my house from a zombie apocalypse to protect my otter. Time to prepare for a zombie war.
Yup zombies. ikr
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