Sunday, February 10, 2008

here's a composition i wrote in secondary3 during an enrichment class. got the highest in class and i am still very proud of it, even after all these years.. (31/40marks)
comment by marker : excellent piece. the descriptions were vivid and convincing. i enjoyed reading it. very good work!!
(:

lost

i stared at my opponent's bloody face; a fractured nose with trickles of dried blood speckled on his chapped lips. the sudden uproar of the audience's cheers made me throw the final punch into his stomach. he spun, crumbling to the marble floor like a sack of bricks, landing on his body. he somehow managed to survive that blow. he was lucky. i was again declared a winner. back in my shower room, i slumped down on the chair provided, with my hair matted with sweat. i leaned my heavy head on the chair, closing my eyes, shutting myself out of this world and history replayed in my mind.

angry shouts where heard vibrating in every room of the house. my parents practically quarrelled everyday. growing accustomed and picking it up as a habit, it was only a matter of time.i soon grew hungry for violence. watching wwf fed me with the desire to fight, the burly men in there were gigantic and they were a notch above others. they had control over those who were smaller in size. excitement fizzed in my veins at the thought of i, myself, in the ring, battling another man. it was then, i decided to train myself to be exactly like them.

my best friend michelle soon found out and she tried to persuade me to drop this crazy idea of becoming a wrestler. i started to become self-centered, but michelle clung on to the hope of changing me. a whole group of girls would pull me into their houses, start doing girly things like painting each other's nails, doing each other's hair. they tried their best, making me join them. michelle had ber eyebrows locked together all the time, but i could not bring myself to blame here. she did try, but i would not budge.

everyday after school, i would meet my coach at the gym, start training and reach home in the evenings to finish up my schoolwork. michelle still cared for me, she would talk to me everytime i was available, but she was still unable to face the music that she was losing her friends. the caring, light-hearted, sweet girl she knew as vanessa was just a shadow of the present self. when i told her that i appreciated her care and concerns, but it was really useless trying to change me now, she gave a sigh that held all the exasperation in the world and walked away. instead of feeling remorseful that i had just made my best friend upset, my feelings were still as a pond. where had my emotions gone? i questioned myself. the passing came, gobbled my thoughts and went.

"clench it properly, feet on stance!" coach dave said.
he was very patient with me, although i was going to face my first opponent in an hour. i trained long enough for this. i had to win, make dave proud. to show i had control.

i stepped into the ring, a twinge of excitement shot through my body, causing it to quiver a little. my opponent cladded himself in a silk cover-up, his bloodshot eyes were slits behind a shroud of black hair. he towered above me. size did not matter to me. the jolts of energy was like an injection; hot and sickeningly sweet. i then saw michelle with the group of boys i was close to a long time ago. then i remembered i had invited them. the eyes had shown a burst of fear. i immediately turned away, but only to receive a hearty blow from my opponent.

"a kid like you wants to compete with me?"
his voice was laced with sarcasm. my blood went from simmer to boil. shooting him a glare that could have turned him into vapour, i jumped and delivered a perfect punch into his back. he squealed in pain. taking the chance, i executed a power double kick into his stomach. his face twisted in a sour grimace. the referee counted to five, and i was declared a winner. the second opponent came up, even bigger!

"you will never see the daylights again kid!"
his voice sounded like poison syrup. i gave him a saccharine smile and punched him in his abdomen while he was still laughing. his laughter then turned into a groan. he crouched down hugging his legs together. i then delivered a swift punch into his protruding face, hitting his jaw. the sound of broken bones rang in my ears. he gaped in astonishment. he stood up, lifted his hands and knocked me out cold. at the fourth count, i gathered my strength and punched his nose, blood flowed. in the past, i would have cringed at the thought of seeing blood and sympathize with the one hurt. but why this time, i could not feel? thoughts churned in my head. my insides were splintering like shards of window glass. feeling rage creep up on me like a rising tide, i had to vent it out fast. even before i knew it, i watched as my fist slammed right into my opponent's face. i bent down, and whispered, "i think you will be the one who will never see the daylights!" i used my knuckles and finally, knocked him out cold.

it was the day, i lost my feelings, never caring much about the world or its inhabitants, but only caring for myself. still, friends were there for me, caring for me whenever i needed them.

vanessa