Saturday, September 01, 1990
Part 1 : The beginning"Qwark , qwark " chirped the crows . It was yet another day in school . The place where kids learn their ABCs and 123s . Such a bore . but the harshness of reality made sure we attended at least 10 years of it . Hi i am Samuel , an average boy from Spirit High Secondary . The story you are about to read is based on true events , true emotions and real drama .
It all goes back when i was secondary 1 in Spirit high . I was a freshy , had a few friends from my primary school . I was once again , a JUNIOR . just when i had the taste if seniority at the back of my mouth , i am a 'kid' again . haiz . As usual , lessons began , and soon enough i was drifting of into lala land thanks to the " hyped up" and " cheerful " lesson my geoglogy teacher , Miss Ann was giving . It was one of those lessons where you had to fight to stay awake , or face the wrath of ANN . Anyway the guy sitted behind me , Jordan , a real pain-in-the-ass (literally) was kicking my chair again . Somehow the younng perv was able to attain undescribable jubilation from kicking the back of my chair , i just thought he was plainly deprived of life , but anyway , enough of him , he plays a short but significant role in my story .
"Miss Ann , Jordan's kicking my chair again . Can i change his place ?" In her usual cool appearance " Jordan what's your bloody problem , if your legs are itchy , just scratch them , what's the kicking for . " said Miss Ann . " from tommorro onwards , Samuel , u sit beside Torrence . This way its your turn to kick Jordan ." roared Ann . Was she drunk ? she sounded so . Talk about educating the young , if i had Ann as my role model through life , man that would suck . Anyway , who was Torrence , sorry was acting spastic but its only the 3rd month of school . Names aren't registered in my head yet . However the name " Torrence " would not only be etched my my memory , but deep in my heart , in the years to come .
End of part 1
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