"So who's going for the Corroboree?" asked Ms Yong. Silence. Then a few hands went up. "WHAT???? SO LITTLE????" she said with shock.

The SAM Corroboree is a prom night organized yearly by a prom committee. It takes place after the end of the SAM Finals in November. Corroboree is an Australian word (and I forgot the meaning of it). Like all classes, my class had the green forms to fill out with the names of the students who wanted to attend. Tickets are at RM100. Well, the sad thing was, no one put down their names for it. So our class didn't manage to even get a table. Some who wanted to go joined their friends in otehr classes, like Kah Ho (we can deduce that he joined his girlfriend) and some of the girls. Ms Yong was really shocked =P She told us that we must be the only class (!) which dont have a table for the prom night. Then she started pointing her finger at us. "Iskandar, you must go. Neal, Nicholas, go. Regina, Jia Yi, Yap Ning, go!" Well, despite her trying to force us, we didn't even sign up. So much for Ms Yong's plea.


A bloodied puppet, on a stool.

"What happened? She thought. The puppet was not merely a puppet, it was a representation of a person. She was determined to find out the murderer.

A sculpture of a human. But only the upper torso remained. The arms had also been broken off. Part of the head was gone. Another representation, the torture of the puppet's murderer.

"You must avenge me. You must." The puppet's murderer said defiantly. She hesitated. This was a murderer, after all. Should a murderer be avenged? She would avenge him. A murder was a murder.

She was in a garden. Searching for the murderer who had killed the sculpture. A man stood beside her. A companion in Her search. She touched the ground lightly. Trying to get an image of where the murderer might be. She knew that when She touched the things related to the murderer She could see the murderer's next step. Suddenly they were surrounded. They were from an organization. They were armed. Run! She shouted, and She and the man ran, escaping from the enemies' deadly fire.

They ran into another garden. She could feel it. The murderer would be coming. Soon. There would be another target. Who? She touched a dead leaf on the ground. An image of a man, the murderer, holding the corpse of his latest victim. She looked up. A beautiful Lady walked through the garden, melancholic. She approached the Lady. "You are the next victim."
"I know."
"Why don't you run?"
"I can't."

She came closer, and suddenly picked up the Lady. Wha- screamed the Lady, but She was already running. The enemies from the organization were here. They surrounded the garden. She ran, carrying the Lady, and crouched behind a pillar. The barrage of fire stopped. She took a deep breath, and ran again. The path She took led out into the open. She ran, praying that the bullets would not hit her. Suddenly a woman in a bulletproof vest came up, holding a gun. No! She thought, but She knew it was too late. She would die, the Lady would die. Then She...

Okay, that was a dream. I don't know how my brain put together such a plot. I was reminded of Ghost Whisperer and some action movies. Weird.