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Never | Essay for 10 year olds | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Take heed of this essay "Never" ... for it tells of what to take note of in life ... 


         Never.

         Never had I ever expected it to turn out this way.

         It all started as a result of my alarm clock! The batteries’ lifespan was out and this inevitably led it to not ringing. I found myself waking up late! It was 9 am! Being the sole breadwinner in my family, panic and anxiety engulfed me. I was as sure as taxes and death that I would be fired if I had been late once again. It had become a bad habit. Pulling off the morning lethargy, I dressed myself and headed out.

         Growing even more tense with every second, I rushed down the stairs. In a haste, I forgot to wear my spectacles. I gobbled down my breakfast and rushed into my old but trusty Toyota.

         Revving the engine, I cruised into the main lane. I was indeed a very notorious speedster. Like my bad habit of being late, it had to become one which was irrevocably irreversible. I sped down the road zigzagging like a snake. However, to make matters worse, I could not see clearly because I had not worn my spectacles. I ploughed headlong through the busy traffic with drivers casting choleric glances at me.

         At that moment, I arrived at a traffic junction with the traffic lights turning from amber to red. Thinking I could beat the red light, I stepped onto the accelerator with extreme pressure in a desperate attempt to surge forward.
        
         Just as I thought I was successful and had made it, disaster struck. A pristine-white Honda Civic car drove forward from the opposite side of the junction. Even worse, my car was on a collision course with the Honda! In my last moments of desperation, I attempted to jam hard on my brakes. Alas, the attempt was futile. Instead, I pressed on the accelerator!

         An insidious fear which was as stealthy as a snake crept into my gut. Petrified, tears of trepidation incessantly streamed down my cheeks. What I could only do now was to pray hard that a miracle would happen.

         My Toyota slammed head on into the Honda and both cars veered violently to the left and crashed into a roadside fence. Due to the impact, I was flung forward on my forehead and landed on the steering wheel. My vision blurred and crimson-red blood oozed out like a burst faucet. The last thing I saw was the policemen cordoning off the area.

         I blacked out.

         When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on a hospital bed. All of a sudden, two men in blue approached me and started asking me questions about the accident. When I heard that I had taken an innocent life, I simply could not digest the heart-breaking news. As the men left, I reflected on my impulsive behavior and deeply regretted my reckless action.

         Never would I be able to turn back time nor erase the wrongdoing.

         Never would I ever lead a guilt-free life ever again.

         Never would I forgive myself.

         Never.


Writing this essay reminds me and I hope to all of you that we always need to be careful always while on the road. It is not only our lives but rather even more importantly so, the lives of others at stake if we do not pay sufficient heed.

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