Title: Stella Harlington's Day written by amira
(5 Pure Science)
Kevin's head turned slightly towards me. His own pair of blue
eyes gleamed brightly, as bright as the silver moon. Oh my god!
Kiss me! Kiss me! I prayed hard as I crossed my fingers and hoped
the wish will come true. He tilted his head to my side; his dark
hair brushed against my cheek softly. I could smell his hot
breath as he…RRRIINNNG! RRIIIINNGG! RRIIII…INNNGGGG! A thousand
of buzzing sirens vibrated in my ears, in fact, knocking my ear
drums continuously, they almost burst to pieces. I waved my hands
frantically and hit the red button on top of my Mickey Mouse
clock. Flopped! It dropped.
I blinked my eyes twice. The sun ray penetrated through
my window panes, despite being covered by a set of smooth silk
curtain imported from Egypt. The sun! I jolted upright. The clock
lied helplessly on the carpet. It was broken almost to tiny
pieces; thank god it did not. Seven- o- five. Goodness gracious,
I am late!
I rushed like a mad dog into the bathroom and closed
the door tight. Unfortunately, in the numerous brutal attempts, I
broke the larches and had to push a bucket full of cold water
towards the door to prevent the door from opening. Now, that was
the 8th time the latch was broken…by me! Mom is so going to kill
me. I turned on the shower and the water heater till it reached a
suitable temperature. It was still cold, being the end of winter
Minutes later, I was slipping into my dark brown pants,
a sweater and buckle a belt neatly around my puny waist. I
grabbed my light brown trench coat, woolly hat and a purple sling
bag and made a dash to the door.
"Breakfast?" mom greeted me with a smile on her face (Wait till
she sees the door latch). She carried a tray of bowls filled with
oatmeal cereal. I stopped her from sliding away and took a
spoonful of cereal. Tasty…as the flakes of cereal slide through
my throat. Too bad I couldn't take another. Next, I sprang to the
front door without even sipping the hot tea. So much for
As I made my way briskly to my locker, I bumped into Jean Walter,
my best buddy for years since I was back there in kindergarten.
"You were late" she whispered in my ears, much to my annoyance. I
ignored her remark and walked straight to my locker, next to Adam
Ackord's, one of the gay guys in high school. Very lucky, wasn't
it? Jean kept up with me. I slipped my right hand into my pants'
pocket and took hold of a bunch of keys. I clutched it tight
before opening the locker door. While I put away my trench coat
and search for my books, Jean started a conversation.
"Kevin is going out with Sara Dunchton" Dunchton was one of the
'Mean Girls' flocks in our school. She was beautiful yet a pain
in the neck.
"Awww, come on Stella. I have been friends with you for
like…years! Open up, dude! You like him, didn't you?"
"Of course not!" I said as I gave her my modest look. I picked up
my books and a handful of paper, crumpled them up and threw them
into a nearby rubbish bin. I finally lock the locker door and
trotted to my first class. History class to be exact.
"So…you don't mind?" Jean was still bucking me up.
"Really?" one of her excitable silly mood, perhaps. I didn't
answer her last question though.
How noisy the classroom was! Before I even reach the classroom's
door, I could hear Mary, the gossip queen in school talk loudly
about clumsy Clark Laney who rushed to the toilet to answer an
urgent call of nature, before he slipped on the wet floor while
undoing his pants and bore a hole large enough to wiggle a finger
through his undergarments (Totally disgusting!). Jean couldn't
help but burst out laughing upon hearing this. Then, there was
Stephen Hudson, the class clown. He was standing in front of the
class, mimicking Mrs. Cunnningham's way of conducting the class
and peering to the students through her thick spectacles. Behind
the classroom, at the corner, Natasha Northenn, the most
emotional teenage girl I have ever come across was crying
uncontrollably. She was either dumped by her boyfriend the 5th
time or she just spoiled a best dress she could afford to waste
her money on. How pathetic.
I have reached my desk. It was in the second row, 3rd
from the left. I sat down with a loud thump. But still, it was no
match with the deafening sounds my classmates were creating.
"Stella…" I turned to the direction of the mystery whisper. John
Neddler who was sitting a desk away was calling me.
"What?" I asked him, putting my best effort to fight Carla's
ringing laughter. John held up a sheet of white paper. His long
index finger with uncut dirty nail pointed at a big title, whish
was quite blurring for a short- sighted girl like me. I squinted
my eyes to have a look at what was printed boldly on it.
"Add Maths?" he nodded. I unzipped my sling bag and rummaged
through its content. A piece of white paper torn at one edge was
taken out. I formed a shape of a Russian flying jet out of it and
threw it high up in the air to pass it to John. It landed
perfectly on his desk. Mission accomplished.
After dozing for at least 10 minutes, I woke up to the sound of
shuffling feet. I gaze up to find Mrs. Cunningham in her long
batik- printed dress in a hurry. Before she starts on the lesson
of the day, she apologized for being late. Like, who really
cares? The whole class was as silent as a graveyard. I could only
make out low but frequent beeping noises behind me. Dean
Winchester was typing a short text message using his newly-
purchased handphone. Not wasting another 'precious' second, she
ordered us to open our textbooks to page 56 and… (Well, there was
no need to go into the long and tedious details) I mumbled a few
sentences before I drifted into a deep slumber, eager to continue
my disrupted dream. ZZZzzzz…
Recess time. I carried my worn- out body with each
heavy step to the crowded café. It was weird but I was too tired
to feel hungry. I didn't even bother to pick up the metal lunch
tray. I just grabbed a small carton of milk and a slice of
neatly- cut papaya and helped myself to it. All the while, I
strained my eyes to locate my friends' distinct table; their
usual hang out. There they were, packed up in a corner.
Carla slides sideways, was trying to make room for me. I sat
down after nodding a simple 'thank you'.
"I'm going out this weekend, to Centrepoint' said Courtney. She
was still mumbling on her turkey sandwich. Tiny droplets of
saliva poured out of her mouth, along with bits of bread and
turkey stuffing's. Eeeww, gross! I wrinkled my nose.
"Me too. I'm buying a new dress for next week's prom night" Lisa
"You're coming?" Jean nudged me at my left arm.
"Urmmm…I'll think about it" There was no point of going,
I reminded myself.
Just then, the bell rang, indicating it was time to return to our
usual schedule; like duh, classes! Moans could be heard from the
guys, while some of the girls were still busy talking. Stephanie
gobbled up her food quickly while Courtney stuffed the last
sandwich pieces inside her full mouth.
I dragged my tired limbs to Chemistry lab all the way.
In class, I stole glances at my watch while I stared blankly at
the Chemistry equations scribbled on the blackboard with white
chalk. But, I was careful not to fall asleep in Mr. Gary's class.
Once, John committed a terrible major mistake by sleeping
throughout his lesson and he came home with a face as red as a
beetroot that day. We figured out why; Mr. Gary had smacked him
at the bottom. John got a sore bottom for a week.
It was last period before going home; French class. The
only point I went to school. I slipped into the girls' washroom
and hurriedly put on a thin coat of lip gloss on my pale lips.
Then, I dabbed a glittery dust powder on my cheek, so I looked a
little bit fresh and quite appealing. I pleated and smoothen down
my clothes; at least it won't look too wrinkly and messy. I wore
a gorgeous smile on my cheerful face as I entered the class.
Luckily, Jean was not in French class; she took Spanish as a
second language instead (but Kevin was). His seat was just behind
my row, two from the right. I could easily pretend to dawdle and
turned to the right to meet his stare. Oh boy, didn't he look
sweet in that blue shirt?
Yes, surely he will never ask or invite me out, however
how hard I fancy him and tried my best to win his heart. It was
not a surprise he was going out with Sara at the moment. I
guessed this put me off the prom mood that seemed to be haunting
my friends till the end. Well, these disturbing thoughts stayed
in my head, threatened to crack my brain open and squirt its
juices until my mom came to pick me up. Another typical day at
school ended today will starts tomorrow.
((This short story was extracted from my own English essay.