It was my favourite SPM subject today!! English you dumb dumbs, not Sejarah. Doesn't take a quack doctor to figure that one out you know.
Anyway, I was quite pleased with my essay. This is the essay I wrote (roughly la). The question was: Write a story beginning with: 'Kim was nervous when the door opened...' Since I couldn't, for obvious reasons, bring out my answer sheet, this is basically what my story was about. Yes, I admit I was not really that creative coz I "borrowed" some ideas from Neil Gaiman and Meet the Robinsons. Let's hope my spm marker isn't a fan of either, then. R&R aite? (at fictionpress.net where i posted this story and other essays, R&R means read & review)
Kim
Kim was nervous when the door opened. Butterflies in her stomach, sweaty palms, you name it, she’s got it. This was the 7th pair of prospective parents who’ve come to see if she’s the right one for them. She tightened her grip on Zimin. The stuffed tiger let a low, guttural growl out.
Mama Angela, the one who ran the orphanage led the couple into Kim’s bedroom. “This way, Mr and Mrs Hart. Have a seat. Allow me to introduce you to Kim, Kimberley Davidson, but of course, if everything goes well today, she’ll be Kimberley Hart.” Zimin growled again from the increased pressure.
“Say hello then, Kim. Where are your manners?” Mama Angela implored.
Kim turned her large grey eyes to see the awkwardly smiling couple seated across her room. “Hi.” she said simply.
Mama Angela turned to the couple. “She’s quite shy, especially with strangers. She’ll warm up to you though, in time. Shall I get us some tea, then?” Mama Angela winked at Kim and closed the door behind her.
Silence filled the brightly-lit room. The numerous ceiling lights, wall lights, and bedside lamps did nothing to conceal Mr. Hart’s nervous perspiration.
“So, uh, Kim. Your room does have a lot of lights, doesn’t it?”
Kim nodded, her eyes on her pink feet.
“Well, uh, it’s a very, uh, nice room you’ve got.”
Nod.
“You’re afraid of the dark, aren’t you?”
Kim glanced up at Mr. Hart’s smiling face fearfully. This was it, she thought. Her fear for the dark had put off the previous 6 couples who dismissed her childish fears, though she was still a child. They were in search of a perfect child for them to pass on their good names. The four-year old returned her gaze to her feet.
“Can I tell you a secret, Kim?” Mrs. Hart looked at her husband, puzzled.
Mr. Hart leaned forward and cupped his hands to Kim’s ears and his mouth.
“I'm afraid of the dark too.”
Relief mixed with astonishment washed over Kim. She now looked up at Mr. Hart in wonder, and perhaps hope as well.
“Like you, I have my very own stuffed tiger too. I’m sure you’ll like her just fine.”
Mr. Hart went over to his wife and hugged her almost exactly like how Kim was hugging Zimi. The door opened and in walked Mama Angela with a tray of pots and little cups.
“Everything alright here, Mr. and Mrs Hart?”
For the first time that day, Kim smiled.
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They raced through the darkness that enveloped the jungle. Zimi ran with hardly a misplaced step and with perfect balance. Kim linked her arms around the tiger tightly and shut her eyes against the darkness, feeling only the roaring wind and hearing Zimi’s laboured breathing. At long last, they stopped before a tall rock mountain.
“Where are we going tonight, Zimi? Are we visiting the elves? Did the dwarves ask for us again? Does the sorceress need our help? Do the druids need us to help gather ingredients for their magic potions?”
“No, young Kim. Tonight, we climb.”
Kim looked up at the towering mountain. It was free from any foliage; it was bare rock.
“I don’t think I can, Zimi.”
“It is sometimes a mistake to climb up, but it is always a mistake to not try at all. A wise man once told me that.”
In the dim moonlight they started their ascent.
“I’m scared, Zimi.”
“Yes, fear is always there. But is it so hard to try?”
They climbed.
“Why is it so hard for us to fall?”
They climbed.
“Why do we fear being wrong?”
They climbed.
“Why can’t we face failure?”
They climbed.
“It gets harder the higher you get.”
They climbed.
“When you climb up, you just might reach the top.”
They climbed.
“Sometimes when you climb, you fall.”
They climbed.
“But sometimes…”
Kim slipped.
“…when you fall…”
Kim plunged downwards, pulled by gravity.
“…you fly.”
She spread her arms and glided through the night, flying high up in the skies.
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Kim woke up. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and looked around. Strangely, Zimi was nowhere to be seen. She fumbled for a lost memory. Somehow she felt that she forgot something very important. She only remembers flying, flying high above the clouds… then nothing.
Kim rushed out her room and headed down the hallway. She entered her parents’ room and joined William and Roxanne Hart on the bed. She snuggled up close to Roxanne.
“What? Oh, it’s you, Kim. Did you just have a bad dream? I had one too. I saw you falling down a mountain and I couldn’t save you. It’s alright now, honey. We’re here for you… Oh my God! Kim, what happened to your hands?”
Kim’s hands were bleeding from cuts by sharp rocks.
