Essay Gone Wrong

Guess what? English in Writing was the subject of today's examination (besides Physics 2)! Before the exam began, confidence was the soothing element flowing in my blood as English writing is one of my favourite subjects. Especially after having painful Physics, ah I only remember myself scribbling unknown definitions & creating original theories of mine. Playing it cool.

As I was given the question slip, I flipped it to the page behind to search for my targeted topic. And YES, I spot one that could fit my all time favourite story, Infamous: First Light! Without a second thought, I fixed my decision to compose a mildly twisted story that I had wrote in the past two examinations. 

It definitely felt safer to scribble a story I aced before, but there was its con too. I was kind of afraid that my teacher would find the story familiar and recalling it from our March test. Hmm, not a scene I would like to see it happen. To prevent such tough luck, I decided to change the names of the characters. Fetch to Danielle, Brent to August (Gus for short). Sounds aboriginal eh? Besides, Danielle is one of the dream names for my future kid. Woots, imagine Danielle as Fetch with her supernatural powers. What am I even thinking? Wake up Alanis!

So things were going well until I lost track of time. Writing the same story for the third time, I could write more descriptively with interesting characteristics and the character's finely detailed thoughts. It felt like I was melting into my story, living it in my head. But the more descriptive I get, the more time I consumed. I got stuck at some sections too when I fail to knock bombastic words out of my head. Torturing but exhilarating feels. 

Suddenly, my teacher voiced out "time's up" while I only finished the paragraph of the story's climax. Freaking out, my neat words were soon continued by unidentifiable human symbols I myself felt like crying when I read them back again. With teacher only a few desks away from me already collecting the completed essays, I ended the story with an explosion and August's sudden death. After stapling the pieces of papers together, I rushed to my teacher & handed her my masterpiece. That moment lift up the rock on my chest and soothed the soreness of my right hand. Huge relief laid flat on my panting heart. 

But out of a sudden, I realised something very wrong.

I recalled my last sentenced as "That was the last time I ever saw Brent again."

Wait, Brent? Wasn't it suppose to be August?

HOLY CRAP WHY IN THE HEAVENS DID I WROTE BRENT?!

I don't even know what to say anymore. Fml.

I feel you, Fetch.