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Benjamin Pang (Compo 3)
Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Happy 80th birthday, granny!" I exclaimed as I dashed forward to give her a hug and a birthday present.

"That’s too kind of you, dear," she replied, tender lines of wrinkles appeared as she smiled. As I was about to take my seat, a sudden explosion was heard. Huge flames erupted from the kitchen. Staff members came bursting out of the kitchen door.

I stood there motionless. A part of me was at a total loss of what to do while the other was just hysterical! I felt that time had slowed down. I watched aimlessly as people were scattered everywhere. I shifted my focus to granny who was horrified by what she saw. Suddenly, she rose and tried to escape, but unfortunately, she was old and feeble. Looking at her made me come back to reality.

I summed up all my courage and helped her get up on her feet. I then took a piece of cloth which was lying on the table, dipped it in iced water the waitress had served earlier, and placed it on our noses to prevent us from suffocating. I could still see other casualties screaming as they rushed frantically towards the exit.

It was not easy, but fortunately I got out in the nick of time. All of a sudden, a scream came from behind me. I turned around and to my horror, there was a little girl stuck under a large, round table. Immediately, my instincts kicked in and I just ran towards her. Whatever I needed to do, I had to do it quick as the walls were caving in on us. I rushed towards her, picked up the fallen table and helped her up. Soon, my body felt weaker and I could hardly breathe. The last thing I saw was the girl escaping the wrath of the ferocious flame and running towards her teary mother.

Then, I saw total darkness. Bits and pieces of my life flashed through my mind. I could see a headline saying, "Boy dies trying to save a girl." After what seemed like eternity, I was awoken by a bright light. I thought I was dead. But thankfully, that was not to be. "Thank goodness you are fine!" my granny heaved a sigh of relief. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she hugged me.

It was not the best birthday celebration granny had but it was certainly the most poignant one.

11:33 PM