Saturday, February 27, 2010

My Narrative Composition Assignment

It was an average day and it went like any other school day would. The next period was science, my favourite subject! I was looking forward to science lessons, we were allowed to carry out experiments in the science lab. That day, our science teacher, Mrs Quek, asked us to dissect a small octopus and examine its parts. Mrs Quek asked us to pair up, then she distributed the small octopus to each pair.
As Mrs Quek gave us instructions on what to do. Desmond, one of the most irritating boys in my class asked, “ Can an octopus grow as big as a house?”
Mrs Quek gave Desmond a weak smile and answered “ Whoever is able to make an octopus grow as big as a house, will be the most famous person in the world.”
Once I heard that, I couldn’t help thinking of the fame and money I would get if I could make an octopus grow as big as that. I failed to get the sarcasm in Mrs Quek’s voice in that sentence.
After school, I decided to experiment on my own. If I had told any one of friends that I wanted to make an octopus grow that big for fame and money, they were bound to call me “money-face”. I dashed home and started mixing any liquids that I could get my hands on. I also went to buy a small live octopus at the unique pet store below my flat, so that I could test my “potion” on it. I left the octopus in a tank and went to get my “potion”. The “potion” which I had poured into a bowl, consisted of detergent, soap, toilet bowl water, oil, hair gel and a few dozen other liquids that couldn’t remember. The “potion” looked very disgusting and I could have puked at the sight of it. Frankly speaking, I never ever expected the “potion” to work. In my head, I told myself that I could have bet a fortune that the murky liquid that was in the bowl wouldn’t do a thing except poison the octopus.
I held the bowl and walked over to the tank where the innocent octopus was. I tipped the contents in the bowl into the crystal clear water. I saw the octopus swim away from the “potions” as it started to spread through the whole thank. I couldn’t see a thing when the water was all murky. I knocked against the glass to see if the octopus was still alive. Suddenly, large bubbles started appearing at the top of the tank at a rapid pace. The glass tank started to crack and water flooded out. I backed away and the tank exploded. Glass shards came at me from all quarters; I ducked and wrapped myseld into a ball. Once they weren’t any more glass shards flying, I stood up and saw the octopus: it was as large as me! But it was still growing!
I let out an ear-piercing scream which lacerated though the air. I started running out of the room wildly like a horse that had its buttocks stung by a bee. I knocked down several vases as I panicked; I was a bull in a china shop. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the octopus, whose head was already touching the ceiling. The octopus seemed to have stopped growing. At this moment, the octopus’ tentacles stretched out of the door way. My heart started to beat rapidly and my legs turned to jelly. I had to get away! I moved trembling legs as quickly as I could and dashed into the kitchen. My eye caught sight of the dozen knives that hung on the wall. An idea struck me; I grabbed the knives and chucked them at the monster. It seemed like I was throwing darts at a humungous board. Amazingly, the knives pierced the monster and it started to lose its balance. Finally, it fell to the ground, dead. I was so relieved that I was still alive!
Although I had survived the giant octopus, two other monsters were waiting for me. Mum and Dad appeared at the front door. When they saw the mess, their jaws dropped and each of their eyes stared fiercely at me. I accepted my punishment and I had to pay for making such a mess. I didn’t get any pocket money for the next few weeks. I explained to my parents how I got myself into this mess. It was my fault that I didn’t really get sarcasm!

1 comment:

  1. Nice composition. keep it up:) good use of words too. and quite funny

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