"What should not have
happened (losing my temper)" was one of the essays I did up in school.
A second chance.
It was the annual Sports Day. I was
one of the players participating in the soccer event. Time passed and soon, the
referee blew his whistle shrilly.
The match had started.
Face beaded with perspiration,
Justin kicked the ball towards me. Dribbling the ball around the startled
defenders, I barrelled into the opponent’s goalkepper, Davin and sent the ball
flying into the goalpost. “Goal!” I yelled at the top of voice, a mirthful
smile spreading across my face. No sooner had I said that than I heard the
familiar whistle.
Looking around, I saw Davin sprawl
on the field. His face was contorted in pain and his teammates attended to him.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the referee flashing the
yellow card unceremoniously. Dismayed that I would miss my next soccer match, I
tried to explain to him what had happened. But the poker-faced referee refused
to listen to my explanation.
In frustration, I punched the
referee’s face.
Caught off-guard, the referee did
not defend himself. Sensing that he was still shocked, I rained punches after
punches on him. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I vented my frustration
on the referee. Uneasy silence reigned the noisy stadium. All the spectators
were stunned by the sudden turn of events. My fists were no longer just hands.
They were an arc of pure destruction.
“Percy, stop it! Now!” a stentorian
voice drifted into my ears. Turning around, I was frozen in fear. The principal
and my form teacher, Mrs Lim glared at me furiously. As hapless as a newborn
baby, I could only listen on as they harshly reprimanded me for hitting the
referee.
Cupping my face in my hands to hide
my woebegone expression, I sat on a bench to reflect on my rash act. Watching
my teammates play, tears and sobs bemoaned me. Oh, how I regretted my action!
My chance to play in the match was gone like a dissipated poof of smoke. How I
wished that I had a second chance to make things right.
A second chance to undo what had
happened on the field. I should have reined in my hot temper.
Keep calm always - a timely reminder always.
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Till the next time,
Elijah Wee, Singapore
Keep calm always - a timely reminder always.
If you like reading this, browse this catalog here for more works from my classmates and me ...
Till the next time,
Elijah Wee, Singapore
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