Cindy, the class chairperson, proudly represented the class in collecting the trophy. There was loud applause from everyone in the hall. As everyone stood up to leave after the whole thing ended, the whole class including Miss.Chan gathered at the corrider near the backstage to have photographs taken by Miss.Tay, their English teacher from 2/5 who too liked their class spirit.
The trophy joined the rest of the trophies earned by the class in the glass cabinet in the living room. Miss.Chan also ordered Pizza (No amount of pizzas can rewarded them enough for their so much hard work) to celebrate and thanks the class for their hard work. Everyone of the class were joyful that evening. Even the dinner was spent talking about the plays.
“Actually, I think that Cooling Terrace deserved the second place than Spciy Mansion do. Their play is much nicer and easier to understand… …” Seok Teng commented during dinner. “Who care them… ... As long as we get first, everything is fine.” Yee Yew cut in. “Who the hell is “Cooling Terrace” anyway?” Fionne asked, scratching her head. “Its 2/2, the one who got third.” Gabriel answered, walking in from the kitchen carrying a plate of cut fruits.
After dinner, while everyone was either watching television, playing board games like monopoly, playing poker cards, sleeping or playing card games, (Hey! That’s a bit too much…) Xin Hui suddenly shouted from the living room while searching for the remote control. “Whats the pile of scripts doing here in the drawer?” refering to the one under the telelvision. “ “I though I that time keep in the cupboard one?” Jun Xiang came out from the kitchen. “Yeah, you kept them in the wrong cupboard… …”Kai Hui replied from the sofa. “Forget it lah… …the play is already over. Let’s just forgive him. Maybe just make him pay for the paper and the ink…” Yee Yew added.
The next few days, however, nothing interesting happened except that Jun Xiang tripped over the same short mearnt for polishing boots again (maybe its bao ying). He escaped with only a blue balck ankle and a pair of broken glasses however. (Yeah, that’s considered onli). Apparently, nobody bothered to pink up the piece of balck cloth, as usual.
“Oh yeah……” Cindy suddenly mentioned during one breakfast.” Mi and Jocelyn saw a poster for a sandwich making competition while shopping at Junction 23 yesterday. We also heard that our dui sou for the drama thingy are also taking part. Also one thing though…that competition is for guys onli…. .2 guys.” ”I too saw the poster at the AMKSS hall that day but forgot to tell (ask) you all. So are we taking part?” Janice asked, glaring at the boys (no dirty minds please). “Simple, Jun Xiang and Siang Ee are suitable chefs.” Jason suggested.
“Hey, I am a gay, not a guy, cannot take part.” Jun Xiang argued. Yi zhen leng feng tu ran chui guo… …(Translation: One [gust of] cold wind suddenly blow past.) “Wah lao… …Jason gou leng le, ni geng leng” Tiong Peng scolded. “Mi also cannot. Remember the time I left the bread in the toaster and it burnt to black ash and got stuck in the toaster?” Siang Ee too argued. “On yeah, I remember that one. And also Siang Ee Yi jing wei drama contribute a lot liao… …” Sui Li “supported” laughing. “I also… …”Jun Xiang argued again.
“So who, this argument isn’t getting anywhere” Dorreen toh muttered. “Use the tick or cross method loh… …” Cindy added. After lunch, the two ticks and eleven cross were drawn on small pieces of torn paper and crushed up. Each boy took his turn to pick and finally, Tiong Peng and Yee Yew got the ticks. “Wao liao, this is veri unfair… …”Yee Yew protested. “No, this is VERY fair… …” Gabriel replied. “Obviously, since you weren’t the one who got it. I didn’t have it too, so I also agreed its fair.” Alvin agreed. “The poster said to meet Mrs.Nair to register by next Monday I think.” Jocelyn added. “The competition I think also next week.”
The not so often phone shrill ringing tone interuppeted everybody. Fathima, the one closest to the phone picked it up and her smiling face sudenly turned into a worried look. As she put down the phone, she told everyone ”Miss. Chan is in hospital. Apparrently, she sprained her leg walking on the over head bridge….” “ahh???” Everone was asking half-beliveing. “How could someone sprain her legs crossing the over head bridge???” Jasmine asked. “Unless she dancing or jumping…” Tiong peng joked. “Which hospitial is she in now?” Seok Teng asked. “Eh…she in the Singapore General Hospital now… …”Is it very serious?” Cindy asked with concern. “I don’t know, the hospital just called to say that Miss. Chan was in hospital and that we could go to visit her tomorrow.” Fathima repiled, drinking her cup of sprite. “Why don’t we all go to hospital tomorrow to see her?” Cindy suggested. “Sure…. Hope her sprain wasn’t tai yan zong (too serious).” Jun Xian added.
That evening after dinner, the ‘artists’ of the class --- Melvrick, Jia Ling, Jun xian and Mum Yee worked to create a big get well card for Miss.Chan. Gabriel called up Miss.Chan’s handphone to ask about her situation and was told that she was fine and appreciated their efforts. She had apparantly sprained her back (or so she thought) walking on the over head bridge and had to be carried down by some medics down the bridge to the ambulance. Others contirbuted by writing down the get-well messenge they have for Miss.Chan.
Is Miss.Chan really just suffering from a sprain? Or even something worse?? Would this one also affect their performance in the sandwich making competition?? Stay tuned… …
