Darkness engulfed me. Not a glimmer of light reached my eyes. It was as if a dark hand had been pulled over them. Then I felt an acute shortage of breath. Panicking, I thrashed about wildly, struggling furiously. My head broke the surface. I took in deep, sharp gasps of air. Oh, sweet, sweet air. I tried desperately to paddle to the shore. But for how long would I have to swim? That was only one of the million questions that flooded my mind. Just then something drifted along. It was a corpse. A sudden surge of relief swept over me as I realised I was but one of the lucky few that had survived. But I knew the real test had only just begun.
THE REVENGE OF THE HOMEWORK
( Dramatic scary music).
"Spine-chilling!"
-The New York Times
Actually I'm just complaining about the mountain of homework the teachers give us. Yes, this isn't really an extract from a great award-winning novel. You thought it was right?? Heh heh heh. (very big-headed) And there was no nice comment complimenting my writing from the New York Times lah. (sniff sniff) But back to the point. Yeah, okay, maybe I'm exaggerating about being buried in the sea of homework but the teachers really give us a lot lah.
about me
Yo crazy baloneys. I am a kim. I dislike irritating and annoying brats, long talks and Flo Rida. Some of you might not agree. But there you go. Art is subjective. I enjoy scoffing sweets , snacks ,etc and Leona Lewis. What? No, no, I don't like to eat her. Never mind. But most importantly...I'm fat. :]