Boring Contest.

“Tip top tip top tip top…” I had been hearing that sound for about an hour now, waiting for inspiration to hit. With my legs propped up on the tea table and me slouched on my comfy chair, I waited, and waited, and waited. The water drops from the leaking pipe kept bouncing on the metal steel from my renovated house.

I could still hear the voice of my babbling teacher in my ear, talking about some writing competition. That’s like, super boring, because the title was: Saving Water, Our Diminishing Commodity. And I’m bound to waste my time writing on this subject because all of Kuching’s Secondary Schools were competing against each other, not like I had a chance at all.

So here, I reluctantly started, penning down every single random thought I had that could be associated with water.
“First point, we must not drink at least 8 cups of water a day or else the world would go dry. Second point, we must not let any other living thing take water or we will go dry. So however you try, the waters are going to finish, and the world will come to an END.” I snickered at my own thought. It sounded like spite towards the teacher who had selected me.

“Mreh..”, I muttered, sending a second ball of crumpled papers towards the rubbish bin. As expected, it was an air ball, as in, it bounced off the ring. My hand eye coordination really needed some polishing. I learned from a friend of mine that her hand eye coordination was so bad, her parents had to force her to play the computer.

I sighed. There was no way I could stay on topic. So, teacher, I’m sorry if I’m letting you down, but -hands over the Chosen One badge and goes to sleep-.