Stella Harlington's Day written by amira (5 Pure
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 season.
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.
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 breakfast.
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.
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.
going out with Sara Dunchton" Dunchton was one of the 'Mean
Girls' flocks in our school. She was beautiful yet a pain in the
on Stella. I have been friends with you for like…years! Open up,
dude! You like him, didn't you?"
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.
mind?" Jean was still bucking me up.
of her excitable silly mood, perhaps. I didn't answer her last
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
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
turned to the direction of the mystery whisper. John Neddler who
was sitting a desk away was calling me.
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.
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.
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
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'.
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 chimed
coming?" Jean nudged me at my left arm.
think about it" There was no point of going, I reminded
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
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.
story was extracted from my own English essay. *amira*)