.Wednesday, January 21, 2009 ' 8:55 PM
Hi guys! Did I not tell you about my "production" coming out? Well, the wait is over! Enjoy the power of language...
Diary entry 01,
Today was the worst day in my life! Or not, since my life has been cursed with unluckiness!
The horror started when I got onto the lift on my way to school, it was then when an invader suddenly stepped into the lift, making the whole lift vibrate with fear! I tried to save my territory however that mutant invader just would not budge! I pushed "it" with all my might however to no avail! I was like in a horror movie being squashed by a huge blob trying to swallow me whole! It resisted me with his blubber, I had to save myself. I squeezed through a small gap that the invader had not taken over and darted out of the lift! I was free at last, but not yet out of this horror movie! I was almost late for school, that foolish watch of mine could not resist the movement of time and fell right for its trap leading me into utmost danger of having being scolded by that tape-recorder disciplinary master! He always says the same things, "see me after school today". Now I could feel the air strangling me I could not care less, "risked" my life of having being suffocated to death and dashed down the staircase and made my way for the bus-stop. Then when I was almost reaching the bus-stop, the horror came back! This time the bus I was supposed to take drove off without waiting for me! It was without doubt that the bus driver wanted revenge on me for having invading his territory everyday! I then had to wait for another bus, it was like eternity having to wait for another bus! The next bus I was looking forward expectantly was equivalent to waiting for a snail moving from one end of the universe to the other! I had to wait for three minutes, now it was affirmative that the "tape-recorder" would be awaiting excitedly for latecomers to be "annihilated" by him!
When I reached my school, the disciplinary master was there. I had no other choice but to resign to fate, the movement of time led me closer to my "death", my legs could not help but to start running for it. I ran past him, feeling proud of myself going against the authorities. Sprinted for the finish line and entered the classroom putting both of my hands up, feeling triumphant.
Nevertheless, the day was cursed by unluckiness. The invader, the bus and the "tape recorder".
