ME;

KIANHAO
3 JUSTICE '08

14th week:

His partner's stentorian complaining was nettling him as he tried to raze the evidence. He was already fustrated enough by the undeniable fact that they committed murder because of some trivial money matters, and his partner just have to add on to his worries by visualizing the worst scenarios to him.
"To think that i was ocne the gang leader and now I'm relegated to do such a job for the gang, whats more with a partner like that!" he thought. As lights flashed at him, he dragged his partner and scurried to the car. Not long after police cars were hot on their tail.
"What rotten luck!" he exclaimed.


13th week:

It is the ultimate showdown for the two as they stepped onto the ring designed for subterranean boxing. The audience around cheered as they saw their favourite fighter posing before their fights. The atmosphere was incontrovertibly tense as the fight began with the fighters jeopardizing their own lives in this "no rules" sport. The fight was curtailed as one of them collapsed from fatigue and at the same time sirens wailed.



12th week:

Joey and Tommy are a fractious pair, they quarrelled about almost everything under the sun. He does not like how she talks, she does not like how he walks, they are unhappy about each other. One fateful day, their wealthy ostentious classmate, Wayne, lost his handphone, and according to him, it was the latest model. As expected, Joey started to blame it on Tommy for no apparent reason, and Tommy did the same by pointing fingers back at Joey. They gave each other the usual diatribe and anathemas. Wayne told their teacher about it and they looked into that matter, knowing that both Joey and Tommy were biased against each other and cannot be completely trusted, timorous that they may punish the wrong person. The truth was out a few days later and it turned out that Wayne himself misplaced it at home.


11th Week:

Today, we took our final paper for our end-of-year examinations. Unfortunately, I did not studay for the paper at all due to plain laziness and decided to obviate the paper by making conjectures. When the paper was passed down and we were allowed to start, I was clueless about every question. Everyone around was phlegmatic, seemingly well-prepared. This only made me feel worse. I panicked, and right at that moment, I realised I was rash about making the decision to go to bed, instead of revising. I completed the paper from memory, recalling what Mrs Tan once told us about this chapter. I had no other choice. All I could do then was to be sanguine that everything will turn out fine.

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