Bang! Bam! Boom! The metal rattled as Jason kept hitting the metal dustbin non-stop as if it were a drum set. He was creating a deafening racket, disrupting the silence in the classroom. Nobody intervened. Everyone's head was buried in the books in the morning to cram as much as possible into their memory bank so that they would be well-prepared for the examination.
Like the rest, I was doing my revision but this noise was just so annoying. If I failed, I would become dead meat! My mother would tear me into pieces. However, I did not dare to confront Jason even though I was a prefect for he was infamous for his notorious temper. I tried to ignore the noise but it was to no avail.
However, the situation worsened. His best friend, Barry, came and joined in the fun. This time, it got so loud that I felt as if I was in a heavy-metal concert. This was too much! The sound reverberated into my eardrums and I thought they were going to burst any time soon. My eyes glinted in hostility towards them. I was feeling indignant at them for being so inconsiderate.
Timidly, I approached Jason. Looking at him through my super-thick-len glasses, I stammered, “Jason, could you lower your volume, please? I really need to study for my examination.”
Jason replied nonchalantly, “Do you think I care, Mr Goldfish?” and flashed an arrogant smirk. He even amplified the noise further.
I could not control my anger anymore. Swiftly, I snatched away his drum sticks and broke them into two. I did not even know I had the strength of Hercules! Jason's eyes were burning with rage. He stomped towards me and banged hard on the table.
“How dare you!” he hissed with a clenched fist, pointing it in my face.
I was shocked and froze on the spot. My heart palpitated against my ribs. In fear, I staggered backwards and fell, my brand new I-phone 5 slipped out of my pocket.
Jason was like a bull on rampage. He rushed forward and grabbed the phone. “This is the revenge for my drumsticks!” Jason boomed and threw the phone with great force.
“No!! My I-phone!” I cried as the phone flew across the classroom, in-between the window panes and hit the principal's head- bullseye! “Ouch!” he cried and the phone cracked into smithereens.
A loud gasp rippled across the room and everyone’s mouth fell wide agape. The principal, Mr Amram, marched into the classroom and thundered, “Whose phone is this?”
Everyone pointed at me. Gulp! I felt a stone in my throat. Trembling inside me, I told the principal what had happened. Mr Amran gave Jason and Barry the mother of all dressing-downs for they should not have created a ruckus in class. However, he also did not let me off for I had broken Jason's beloved drum sticks. I was stripped of my prefect title with immediate effect. Both of us were also ordered to pay for each other's damages. I have learnt a hard lesson, that is, never let my anger go out of control!
No comments:
Post a Comment