Post in the form of an essay I completed in about 1 hour and 45 minutes.
Left...Right...Left...Right...
The movements so rigid...Indifferent...
Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...
The clock, standing at its omnisicent roost, looked on.
Left...Right...Left...Right...
The feet continued, swinging themselves forward with great force at alternate intervals.
Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock...
Not long now...
Left...Right...Left...Right...
We can do it!
Tick...Tock...Tic-
And the sound of the 7.30 am bell resonated across the school compound.
Oh crap.
So much for being on time. The boy, so scrawny with a healthy tan, started strutting his way down the stairs. He had tufts of black wavy hair and an oval face so blemished. The two ebony eyes that glared, sparkled with a light of some sort, indicating complacence. Arms that stayed at the sides of his body, unnaturally immobile. Clad in a shirt that presented itself in a disgusting mixture of white, red and yellow and faded khaki shorts that seemed to have gone through much pain, the boy advanced. His legs, of average length with slightly developed calves and thighs, took much care not to trample on those innocent patches of green that creeped across the soil. The fingers were moving. Rising and falling in succession in an almost skeletal way. He passed a potted shrub, and feet never stopping, caressed its leaves and murmured to it incoherently.
A shout. The boy paused. Strange, it seemed mechanic.
A few more noises. Were they words? However audible those noises were, they were definitely inarticulate.
The boy had finally traced the sound to its source; a few speakers and an older boy standing at the microphone situated at the bottom of the terraces. He froze. Everyone froze, not just him. And the band commenced.
Another shout, more articulate this time but in an alien language. That was the insignia of liberty. Laughter awoke once more from its temporal slumber and roamed certain areas. The surroundings were polluted by noise once more as voices previously lost were found. The boy scrutinised his surroundings. No signs of familiarity. But there was an enemy in the midst of those heads. Ah, there...Monsieur Lim Jun Xiang. Sitting on the unfortunate but unexpectedly willing Jian Yi. Cute. The boy continued his scan. It wasn't long before he identified a vacant seat.
He sat, ignoring the moist seat surface covered with bits of soil and dirt. He looked around and contemplated.
Wei Ze- The tallest is the easiest to spot. Check.
Guo Xin- I guess he didn't come topless. Aw man. Check.
Jian Yi- That obnoxious bully...Though I'm not the victim...All in good time. Check.
Nicholas Sim and Danny Tan- Hardly significant. Check.
Si Heng- Hmmm...Is that a look of disgust or fear? Either way...Check.
Mur Fei- Didn't bring his English...Check.
Jun Xiang- My poisoning plans have to be postponed. How sad. Check.
Jun Xian- Still the same...Check.
Rui Jin- Playing Jian Yi's phone...Typical. Check.
Marcus- Forever smiling, retard. Check.
Dennis- I don't know to hate him or not. Check.
Cheong Keat- Same goes for him. Check.
Nicholas Koh- In a daze...Check.
He smiled. Alas, but that bane of society and advocate of filth was not presen-
"Heyyyyyy." That seductively disgusting voice, so torturous to hear, came from the one, the only living entity that would emit such evil - Josh.
The boy's head snapped back, only to see a great mass of blubber. The pig-like face round with eyes that depicted a sexually-deprived pervert with a grotesque button nose to match. The gargantuan mouth that spread to form that gengar-like grin. Sadistic? No, lecherous. The boy's eyes narrowed to slits and found themselves staring back at the track. The boy's mind was racing, heart palpitating at an insane rate. Excitement was engulfing him. And somehow, data was retrieved from one of the numerous folders in the boy's mind. Meditation. Yes, that was it. Memory started its job as the boy recited the words from some book read long ago. And slowly, the rate of the boy's heartbeat descended, thoughts of violence and hate dissipated, only to form two words in the boy's mind - Poison Ivy. His mind raced once more, summoning all information pertaining to Botany from the folders. Finally, a focus. Dieffenbachia. Plans started to formulate while knowledge applied itself. Plots were hatched as the boy's expression became one of glee. But first, one needed t-
The train of thoughts was broken. And worse, by some insignificant desire of cheering. The boy, however reluctant, stood to keep his image of the goody-two-shoes. Students started shouting themselves hoarse, clapping and stamping their feet. But the boy just mouthed words, not even bothering to make a sound. It finally ended. What wonderful news. The boy made a comment, voice dripping with venom and sarcasm. That was a grave mistake. Josh had overheard him and proceeded to insulting and humiliating the boy. The boy turned, affirmed the source of those nasty words, and shrank back to his silent demeanor.
And then, Guo Xin left. Oh dear. This registered in the boy's mind. He anticipated. And sure enough, more started to leave. It actually felt as if one could sit now, with one's personal space. But then Marcus stood. He spoke of tailing Guo Xin, the alleged symbol of coolness and vanity in his class. This piqued Wei Ze's interest. And off they went.
The boy watched them leave. He weighed his options. Made a mental note or two, and then followed. He was halfway up the terraces when he felt a tug.
Josh. That pig. He held on to the boy's bag. And as if there was some substance on the bag's surface that would trigger an aphrodisiacal effect, Josh's face had a lecherous look plastered on it. Taunting perhaps. That was the boy's interpretation. The distance between him and Josh wasn't that great but the distance between him and the two others was becoming greater as he stood there. He wasted no time. His hand straightened as his palm became rigid. The thumb curved downwards as the arm bent into a right angle, lying on a diagonal plane. The four other fingers aligned themselves as the whole hand tensed.
The boy struck out and hand made contact with face. Smack. Josh's glasses slipped. It was only a casual fling. However, other factors such as pent-up anger, frustration and hatred enhanced the strength of the blow. Josh's grip relinquished. The boy wasted no time once more, turning in a swift motion and ascended, in search of his targets.
