From hunger pang to angry fight
I
only had myself to blame.
The
cool air from the full-blast air-conditioner caressed my cheeks as I strolled
into the cinema. Finally, I had the opportunity to catch the much-awaited “The
Lego Movie” with my mother. A whiff of happiness was in the air as I arrived at
the counter to purchase some popcorn. In next to no time, a box of popcorn was
in my hands. As cheery as a sunflower, I began sinking my teeth into the sweet
popcorn. “Heavenly tasting popcorn,” I said to myself as I popped them in.
At
that juncture, a strong force barreled into my body.
Falling
onto the ground with a thunderous thud, I groaned in agony. Popcorn was strewn
all over. Seething with anger, I got back up on my feet. A boy around my age
looked down, his face flushed as a beetroot. “I’m …. I’m sorry for causing you
to fall,” he stammered in a squeaky manner very much reminiscent of a mouse.
Adrenalin surging my body, I bridled vehemently at e boy, apprehension clearly
blanched on his face. Frost-biting tension reigned the atmosphere. My chestnut
brown eyes widened in sheer annoyance.
Before
I could control my immense rage, I dealt a stinging punch on the boy’s face.
The boy reeled, anger engulfing him like a fire-breathing dragon. This whipped
us into a frenzy and we began fighting like untamed, vicious animals. The
clamourous voices of the crowd were reduced by decibels to nervous murmurs. The
only thing that broke the uneasy pin-drop silence was our chaotic din.
Unexpectedly, a harsh stentorian voice broke our fight, accompanied by an
elegantly dressed middle-aged man. His eyes were steely cold. Standing like
alabaster statues, the boy together with me, were frozen stiff with fear. His
lips, as thickly drawn together like two picks, were about to open.
A
familiar figure appeared out of nowhere. A terse conversation ensued before the
manager stormed off in anger. Turning around, I caught a glimpse of the
person’s face.
It
was Mother.
Mother
had apparently noticed this ruckus and had intervened in time. Looking at me,
she was just about to launch into a terse lecture when she sighed. In a
despondent tone, Mother asked me to follow her back home. Seeing her downcast
figure trudging in the direction of the exit, tears of regret meandered down like
a flowing river down my cheek.
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