Lost the Temper
The Day I Lost My Temper
“Ring......”, the shrill ringing of the school bell pierced the air, bringing to an end the silence that reigned the class for the past fourty minutes. As the stalwart figure of the Mathematics teacher stepped out of the class, there was a sense of relief for Mr. Siva was a strict disciplinarian who would not tolerate any of our pranks.
There were squeals and peals of laughter amidst the din of conversation. It was at this moment that Seng Chye bustled to the front of the class. Easily the most detestable boy in the class, Seng Chye was an incorrigible prankster whose impish behaviour was a source of irritation and annoyance to most of us, especially the girls. As his diminutive figure inched his way to where I was seated, he had the familiar mischievous grin which revealed a set of yellowish protruding teeth. As he approached, he was grinning from ear to ear. Then, in the twinkling of an eye, he put something on my desk. As he bolted out of the classroom, I could hear hysterical screams. Perplexed as I was as to the cause of this sudden flurry of excitement, I knew that Seng Chye was up to mischief It was then that I saw the slimy, creepy creature staring at me with its moist, beady eyes. All of a sudden with a husky croak and a single, giant leap, the four - legged creature landed on my lap. I was frozen with fear. Then, when the truth finally sank in, I let out a few ear – splitting screams that echoed along the corridor. All around me, I could hear hilarious laughter while I was consumed by bitterness and anger. The joke was at my expense. As I seethed in anger and hurled verbal abuses at the top of my voice, Seng Chye cowered in silence. His face has turned as red as a beetroot and he had guilt written all over his face. The pandemonium that resulted was enough to catch the attention of the discipline master who stalked into the class. Seng Chye and I were summoned to his room. Each of us took turns to relate the
“Ring......”, the shrill ringing of the school bell pierced the air, bringing to an end the silence that reigned the class for the past fourty minutes. As the stalwart figure of the Mathematics teacher stepped out of the class, there was a sense of relief for Mr. Siva was a strict disciplinarian who would not tolerate any of our pranks.
There were squeals and peals of laughter amidst the din of conversation. It was at this moment that Seng Chye bustled to the front of the class. Easily the most detestable boy in the class, Seng Chye was an incorrigible prankster whose impish behaviour was a source of irritation and annoyance to most of us, especially the girls. As his diminutive figure inched his way to where I was seated, he had the familiar mischievous grin which revealed a set of yellowish protruding teeth. As he approached, he was grinning from ear to ear. Then, in the twinkling of an eye, he put something on my desk. As he bolted out of the classroom, I could hear hysterical screams. Perplexed as I was as to the cause of this sudden flurry of excitement, I knew that Seng Chye was up to mischief It was then that I saw the slimy, creepy creature staring at me with its moist, beady eyes. All of a sudden with a husky croak and a single, giant leap, the four - legged creature landed on my lap. I was frozen with fear. Then, when the truth finally sank in, I let out a few ear – splitting screams that echoed along the corridor. All around me, I could hear hilarious laughter while I was consumed by bitterness and anger. The joke was at my expense. As I seethed in anger and hurled verbal abuses at the top of my voice, Seng Chye cowered in silence. His face has turned as red as a beetroot and he had guilt written all over his face. The pandemonium that resulted was enough to catch the attention of the discipline master who stalked into the class. Seng Chye and I were summoned to his room. Each of us took turns to relate the