The Particular Picture.

(a different day at tuition)

HEY.
Missed y'all.

It's
8.02 pm
Friday night
and
my darling parents
are
AWAY

What more can a girl of my age want?
HAHAHA

Formerly, after our mid-year test, (meaning after the semester break), my classmates and I gathered in class whenever our form teachers were not around (you know how they love to delay marking our papers). We told each other ghost stories. Ikhmal, (a classmate of mine who happens to be an annoyance to me most of the time) was one of the people who started this ghost story-telling act. The way he tells it, you see is really captivating. And once your ears are glued to his stories, there's nowhere you could go other than staying and hear the story till the end.

However, I must say, we could not possibly continue this habit on, PMR is just 3 months away! You may think that I have been occupying myself with studying and such, but BELIEVE ME, I had wasted my time a lot. I'm starting to study for real now. I mean, for real.

Nevertheless, to make a long story short, this was what happened 3 hours earlier.

I went for Teacher's Fidzah English tuition. Surprisingly, for the first time ever, today's lesson hadn't been quite helpful as normal. You see, Pandu Puteri's AJKs are coming over her house tomorrow. They will be baking some cupcakes and bring them over to school later for the other girl guides to decorate them, (isk isk). Anyways, as I had said before, Teacher Fidzah was in charge, so she had to go out for a while and buy the ingredients while me, Ofiellia, Syahirah, Syafiqah, Liyana and Haris had to stay put to complete an essay Teacher had given us. We were soo not in the mood of writing, however, had to complete it as soon as Teacher got back.

The minute Teacher Fidzah and her son, Faris, stepped out of the door, we started to talk.

THAT is however, not the point I tell you.

As we had to do an essay in a letter form, it somehow reminded Liyana of her ex-home, Kelantan. Thus, she took out her phone and let us hear lots of Kelantanese songs, loud and clear. Everything was okay until she skipped track and let us end up hearing a song that crept the hell outta us.

It was kinda like a song. A baby was crying. She said it used to be one of her fav hearings. Like songs also lah. Then, Haris started to tell one of his scary experiences. Ofiellia was already covering her ears by then. I was about to, till I remembered the ghost stories Ikhmal had told us on the last few days.

Syafiqah and I shrugged. She, too, had also told Ofie and I a ghost story of hers while she was in Singapore, during the ghost-story-telling period in class. The fact that it was kinda creepy and REAL made me shiver. Due to the sudden chill I felt on the back of by neck, I looked back. Nothing. My mind was somewhere else, heh. Creepppy, I'd say. Syahirah and Syafiqah used to live in an apartment in Singapore. They used to play in the living room. Their uncle took a picture of them and found 'something' else besides them, in the picture. A figure. HAHA. You know what that means.

So yeah, Teacher was not home and all, fear was running through our bloodstreams. For the time being my parents aren't home as well as my brother. He had gone out to buy Kentucky Fried Chicken. And my parents are having dinner, celebrating a relation's birthday at a classy restaurant; (where I'm not invited). Isk isk.

That's all for now!
END.

(Forgive me If I have some grammatical errors. I'm in a hurry).