Cynthia Pang 10C2

The Crash

        The multi coloured sky changes rapidly into the dark lonely night but drops of diamond shining stars brighten it. You’re all alone in an isolated office. Working another tiring day of over time. Your watering eyes begin to feel weary. You look across at the busy view of the noisy city. The ringing sound of the modern clock catches your attention. The silver metallic hand points ar 10pm. You realise how long you have been working but in front of you stands a mound of urgent paper work. Just having a glimpse brings a thumping pain in your head. You decide to return home as it is getting late. A sudden strike of rumbling thunder makes you spring slightly into the cold air. You stare towards the reflective windows, but all you see is a flash of dazzling white light. The empty office lights starts to flicker. You walk out of the cluttered office at a fast pace. You get an intense feeling.

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        You quickly move yourself outside into the artic air. You take a long deep breath. You can feel the frost biting into your breathing lungs. You shiver bitterly. You get into your frozen car. The freezing journey seems to be everlasting. You feel your dark eyes slowly closing but you try your best to fight away the sleep. Ten long minutes passes yet you drive steadily, out of the darkness shines a blinding light. You hear the loud sound of another car. Your vision turns black. You’re scared and lonely. You question yourself. Am I dead? You panic.

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