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reflections.

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those three monkeys are my cousins and my brother.IMG_2315a little time off to have a little funIMG_2275romantic, no?

Another essay that I wrote (:

Decisions.

Brenda and I were the best of friends. Ever since our Secondary One Orientation, we had become closer than sisters and literally joined at the hip.

In physics, we learnt that unlike poles attract. That was how the friendship between Brenda and I was like. I was an over-achiever; she loved enjoying every minute of life; I was the serious one; Brenda was the class clown; I was always buried under tons of textbooks; Brenda was constantly swimming in a sea of comic magazines. Through Secondary One to Three, we seldom fought, and even when we did, it was over issues that we would laugh about later.

That changed when we became Secondary Four students in January this year. As I had been studying consistently over the past three years, I easily coped with the increased workload that the teachers mercilessly issued. Brenda, on the other hand, was drowning in an ocean of homework. When we sat for our Mid-Year Examinations, I was able to achieve decent grades, but Brenda failed almost half of the subjects that she was taking. Determined to do well, Brenda pulled up her socks and began taking her academic results more seriously.

The day before my Preliminary Examinations, I was in my room, trying to fit the last shreds of information into my already saturated brain. I jumped when someone tapped me on my shoulder. Turing around, I saw Brenda standing behind me, with a strange expression on her face. It was a cross between a mischievous grin and a frown.

“You’ve really got to help me out this time round. If I do badly again, my parents are going kill me. Literally!” Brenda pleaded me desperately.

“What is it that you want me to do?” I asked.

“Cheat.”

I was stunned. I knew that Brenda’s parents had been hard on her lately. They constantly compared her results with mine, adding on to the pressure that the teachers were putting on her. However, the Brenda I knew would never have descended into cheating. Although I understood then, that the decision I made would definitely affect our friendship permanently, the line between white and black was clearly etched too in my mind. Slowly, I shook my head.

“You’ll regret this.” Brenda stormed out of my room, leaving behind the friendship we used to share.

The next day, as all of the Secondary Four students scribbled furiously on their blue-lined foolscap paper, I heard someone laughing softly behind me. Turning, I saw Brenda with a malicious grin on her face. I looked back to my Geography paper, feeling slightly uneasy.

“Teacher, there’s someone cheating!”

Those words rang out loud and clear in the examination hall. So, had Brenda been caught? Suddenly, Mr Lim appeared my by side. He reached into my pencil case and pulled out a piece of paper, crammed with writing. It took a while before everything clicked in my head. Brenda had not cheated during the examinations. She had chosen to cheat on me instead.

Everything that followed was in a blur. The only image that stood out in sharp contrast was her face, smiling evilly with glee.

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