A piece of composition I did for English, just got it back recently with a score of 19/30. So I thought I would share it with you guys as this should be one of the best piece I've done so far in my Secondary School years. Enjoy :) Labels: school
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The high-pitched screech of Cousin Tina echoed through the hallway as she peered through the window panes of the house. The unwed mother had unceremoniously barged into my house once again to ask for a favour of me to take care of her four-year-old son, Jonas, while she went on a date with her new boyfriend.
Once every while, God sent you a raging tempest, amid the unruffled calms in life and Jonas was such a tempest. I had not the slightest doubt that the little menace will turn the house upside down. But being a helpless, feeble-minded teenager, I stood no chance against the loud-mouthed Cousin Tina.
I gave her a frown as she blabbered those scripted lines as to why she had to put Jonas in my care. Before leaving, Cousin Tina "received" a call from her boyfriend and scurried off immediately. I guessed she did not realise that she was holding her phone upside down as she was too busy acting out her rehearsed lines.
I let out a huge sigh and turned to look at the petulant child, just to find him already missing. Suddenly, I heard a bawl of the century from my room that threatened to bring the roof down. I rushed in quickly, only to see the little brat screaming at the top of his lungs while smashing my three-year-old Yamaha FG423s acoustic guitar hard on the ground, mimicking a rock concert video playing in my laptop.
"Jonas, stop it before I give you a tight slap!" I bellowed as I snatched the severly damaged guitar away from the tiny hands of his. It really amazed me how such a little fellow could bring about such havoc?
With eyes that seemed to pop up somewhat shockingly, not unlike that of a goldfish, Jonas stared hard at me and stormed off the room in a huff. If looks could kill, I would probably ended up dead with that death glare he shot at me.
I bent down and attempted to clear the mess that the little rascal made. The room for awhile, without Jonas in it, was in a total silence but afraid of what sort of trouble he might create next, I left the mess unattended and decided to give chase to Jonas.
Just as I reached the exit of my room, I tripped over some toys lying on the ground. Time seemed to slow down after that and I could hear each beat of my heart vividly, like on "The Matrix" as I fell flat face down, on the hard parquet floor and broke my two front teeth. There was blood everywhere and I could not find my two teeth, only to hear that loathesome little brat chuckling out loud. Little needed to be said as to what my wishes for the coming Christmas. The little rascal was so going to pay for it.
I picked myself up and went to the bathroom, mouth still dripping blood. I could only blame myself for not rejecting babysitting this menace.
"I'm sorry Xuan Xuan jie jie," Jonas said in a scratchy voice as he tugged my pants gently with his stubby little fingers. He resembled an angel with his innocent looking face. If only he was really an angel, things could have been different, I thought. Being the soft hearted person that I was, I decided to give the child another chance and cook him lunch.
"Now, be good and don't touch anything dangerous in the kitchen," I warned him while settling him down on the chair. Jonas nodded and sat there quietly.
Just when I thought things would be fine from then on, hell was unleashed again for the third time round as that little devil simple refused to learn from the mistakes and be good. Jonas had repeatedly asked for a can of tuna fish for lunch, which I refused to give in to him. That little tyrant glared at me, arms across chest, as if daring me to place the can food back on the shelves. Just as I did that, he laid his hands on the can food and placed it in the microwave to heat it. It was too late - the microwave made a few beeping sounds like a time bomb counting down to its inevitable explosion. I grabbed Jonas and dashed out of the kitchen just in time as witnessed the microwave explode with a momental boom, and lumps of overcooked tuna went splat on the kitchen walls.
The house seemed to be livelier than it was during festive seasons, with policemen and firemen inside the house and curious onlookers and neighbours outside. It was pointless to give Jonas a dressing down but I sure had some serious explanation to do to my parents.
I swore, it would be the last babysitting job I am doing for my cousin.
