Emotionally wraught. Over-wrung.

I rode the train from YewTee to Newton, alighted, got back again, rode to Orchard.
Hesitated.
Town? My Os is looming over ever so omniously.
I opened my bag, saw my prelims results, the red scrawls mocking me.

" You think you will be able to get an A1? Keep dreaming !"
My amaths paper seemed to be sneering.

"You think you can get 10 points like Jieying? Dont be so unrealistic LA. "
Those red scribbles, dancing around, chanting like cruel kindergarden kids, taunting, scorning. Whispering to me, Im going to screw the most important exam in my school life.
Laughing, pointing, smirking.


I zipped it up, got out, and waited for the train heading back to Woodlands.