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An article by : SO , Yau Nga , Jessica
It is a normal day for a normal roll-
call. ‘Helen?’ The class teacher asks as
usual. Not even a sound is in the back. Sometimes, I walked along the
corridor and saw her holding hands with
her parents. Other times, we bumped
classroom.
She used to be a person who was
always surrounded by classmates; at
sports events, her legs seemed to be into each other and had a small talk.
Only she and her father go out now. I
sometimes peep through their opening
entrance door and witness dozens of
empowered by a motor, rocketing
straight towards the red line. I
remember the moment when she
reached the finish line, her beaming
smile melted along in my heart. Now,
these have become a memory. Gossip
starts to diffuse around this tiny
classroom. The boys think she has been
sleeping with guys; the girls say she is
under too much pressure from study.
They start chitchatting about her. Her empty alcohol bottles as well as a lot of
cigarette butts scattered on the floor. An
abrupt noise pierced the silence of a
night. I woke up to see what happened. I
listened carefully. The the sound seemed
to originate from next door. I heard
someone beating a victim. My body
shivered. A high-pitch voice started
weeping. Should I wake up my mother?
Should I call the police? I went back to
sleep.
friends come to me to ask things about
her, but even I may not see the whole
picture. She and I have been together
since kindergarten; we live next door
and our parents know each other.
When the key sound echoed outside, I The birds are chirping; it is dawn.
While I am eating a homemade egg dish,
I suddenly think of her. She has been
cooking by herself since that day. I take a
glance on my watch, it is time to go to
school.
knew it was her and her mother coming When I arrived at the classroom,
everything
IT Magazine / April Issue
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