Driving with the speed of 90kmph, Mick was not distracted though his hands were on the wheels. At the same time, Lynn was listening to the song she played at the audio player.
Mick looked frustrated to the song that Lynn kept on playing.
“Lynn, can you please stop playing “Tong Hua” again and again? And please don’t sing it while listening to it! Because you are disturbing me from driving!”
“Why not? I like this song so much! You are cleared with the lyrics don’t you? So why don’t you sing it to me instead of I sing it to myself?”
“Oh please… I can already memorised the whole lyrics because you kept on playing it 24/7. Why are you girls so fascinated to the lies in the song? It’s impossible to have such a person who will open his wings to protect you…”
“At least you are protecting me. But you are not an angel though…”
Lynn replied sarcastically.
Mick did not talk after that. He remained silent and continued to drive. The song mentioned was too popular and Mick could hear it everywhere. He could not stand that phenomenon where a pop song infested the girls’ minds so easily and so seriously.
Lynn sensed that Mick was not happy. Quickly she charged the CD to Mick’s favourite BoA songs.
“Alright my dear Mick, BoA’s Girls on Top. Track 4 - “If you were here”. Your favourite at all time… Satisfied?”
Mick smiled.
They were the way back home from the university. After spending 8 hours in the university, both of them were exhausted and lost the energy to quarrel. Therefore Lynn took a step back before Mick goes crazy.
Mick’s car was turning at the roundabout.
Suddenly, a Hyundai Coupe appeared at the left of Mick’s car. Mick already put signal that he wanted to turn to the left, and obviously the Coupe driver did not notice it. But it was too late; the Hyundai was too close.
Lynn, who sat at Mick’s left, yelled when she saw the Coupe, which almost crashes, onto her side.
Within 0.1 second of thinking, with no hesitate Mick turned his car to the right to avoid the coming Coupe. Unfortunately, his car crashed to the huge signboard’s pillar.
He knocked his head on the steering. Blood leaked from the wound on his forehead. He lost his conscious.
Lynn, with her safety belt fasten did not get hurt. But when she saw Mick lost his conscious, she began to cry and yell for help. She called the ambulance.
Mick was then sent to the nearest hospital, with Lynn at his side. Hand held by hers and infiltrated by her tears.
‘Doctor, how is my boy friend now? Can he be saved? Has he wakes up?”
Lynn asked nervously to the medical officer on duty.
“Don’t worry lady. He is fine. His MRI shows no damage on the brain. I just sew his wound on his forehead with 4 stitches. When recovered, the scar will not be obvious. He will still be handsome, so don’t worry so much…” Answered by the doctor word by words…
She wiped her tears and stopped crying. She ran to Mick who lied on the bed when he woke up from the sleep.
“Mick, you are scaring me, my dear…”
“Don’t worry… I’m fine. So sorry that I can’t sing Tong Hua to you… But one thing for sure… is that I will protect you forever…”
Mick exhaled a big breath. He closed his eyes and began to lose his conscious.
“No… No…! Mick! Wake up…! Doctor! I need help…!”
Lynn yelled as she thought that Mick was going to die.
“Hey… Give me a break.” Said Mick.
“I had only 2 hours of sleep yesterday because of the exam…”
End
“No… No way! How could he be selected ahead of me!! Not him!” The cries of defeat shrilled in her mind as she buried her face in her sweating palms. The glistening beads on her face are no longer distinguishable between sweats or tears.
Kimberly could not accept it. She could not comprehend the fact why she was not chosen as the head prefect of the school though she’s the pet-student of the principal. She thought that was all that mattered. 4 years of hard work, of working up the “social hierarchy” in the school in order to get the liking of the principal. Just for one purpose - the glamour and glory of being appointed the head prefect during the fifth-cum-last year of school.
In fact, her all-time-rival “best friend”, Chris, was the chosen one. Unlike Kimberly, Chris was more out-going and friendly, and did not have “I want to become the Head Prefect” in his plan after he entered high school. He sort of lived day by day, without concerning much about how the royalties in the school behold him. He was sociable, and mixed really well with other people.
Nonetheless, the contrasting behaviors between Chris and Kim did not stop them from being the best friends, or so Chris thought. Chris had always treasured his friends around him, what more his best friend. Kim, on the other hand, was sort of using Chris for his good relationship with the public. She is totally indulged in self-interest, and nothing interested her more than something which benefited her. Chris told Kim all his deepest secrets, because he believed, that’s what, at least, a best friend should do.
Earlier in the meeting with the principal, both Kim and Chris had been called in and it had been internally decided that Chris would be the Head Prefect. Because the teachers thought Chris was more modest. Because the students thought Chris was more approachable. The principal, Mr. Tan, was on sole stand and had no support or whatsoever to make his favorite student the head prefect. It would be announced to all in the assembly the next day.
“How could a fag like Chris lead the school? Are the teachers blind? Why would they opt for Chris when they have a better choice? ME?” Kim thought.
“No, I must get this right. I’m the ONE. Not Chris. Not anyone else.” The monologue continued.
Kim gathered up herself, wiped her face with the already soaked-through tissue and clambered up the stairs. She was going to see the principal; she was reluctant to give up on the pursuit of, in her case, an eternal glory. She gingerly knocked on the door, as she reorganized her thoughts, malicious thoughts.
“Come in!” Mr. Tan’s husky voice echoed through the hall way.
“Oh, Kimmy, come on in. Have a seat. I’m sorry with what happened today, but, I did my best.”
“Mr. Tan, this can’t be true. I don’t understand how Chris could have been selected ahead of me! He never contributed as much as I did previously and many people don’t know that he… He…” Kim halted. Maybe it was the least bit of moral consciousness which stopped her, for a second, from blurting out one of Chris’ darkest a secret, a secret so valuable that would trade glory and friendship. And trust, and hate.
“What is it, Kim?”
“He…”
“Speak out!”
“He has been smoking pot!” Kim managed to mustered all her strength and courage to tell. Courage or bravery is usually a positive value many people crave for. But in this sense, it’s the courage of evil, which is very much dreaded.
Yes! Kim had done it. The next day in the assembly, it was announced that she’s the new leader of the school. She walked up the stage with pride with that wicked smile spread wide across her face. Little did she realize how others down the stage abhorred her, and her abominable personalities. Chris had the shock of his lifetime. He had not the slightest notion what had happened. He stood rooted to the ground, and managed to cheer for his best friend.
Following that, Chris had been called into the principal’s room and asked to join a rehabilitation program. Only then did it dawn on Chris what happened. He just trusted the wrong person for the past years. For Chris, he’s not in the worst scenario. At least he realized his mistake of trusting people too naively and was in time to correct it. But Kim’s indulgence in power and dominance had blinded her. Chris was transferred to another school for his final year.
As for Kim, she sure had her fun time leading the school she dreamt of 5 years ago that day. Yes, she had the power, but not the acknowledgment by others, except Mr. Tan. But that was enough. Because to survive, you just need to top the hierarchy of society, or, get ruled. The world, unfortunately, is just unfair.
~Vivien~
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Track 1 - Fairy Tales Come To Life