Sri Garden Form 1G 2008 (Fanfic) Chapter 2 - Keng Fai's Carribean
All characters in this fanfic are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons are purely coincidental.
Grammatical errors/flashback/time lapse might occur in the story, if you don't like it then DON'T READ IT. Eff off.
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*Author's note: I read some other fanfics and noticed that every chapter is titled, thus I titled this one too! Look above (first line).*
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Note: "This is speech" and 'this is thought'. Differentiate by the number of apostrophes.
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From the last chapter:
"KENG FAI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Huh? What?"
"LOOK AT YOUR HAND LA!"
"WAH! The stick! It's on fire! Quick, Tuck Hoe, open the water tap!"
"You say wrong alrea--"
"NOW GOT NO TIME TO CORRECT MY GRAMMAR LARR! OPEN THE WATER TAP!"
With that, Tuck Hoe turned the knob on the water tap, and clear water drooled out of the tap.
Keng Fai thought to himself, 'I was distracted by the thought of her.. that mystery girl.. she's my jackpot! i must win the lottery by getting her name and phone number! hehe..'
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--In the class..
"Aiya, Keng Fai ah.. You dreaming ah?"
"Eh?"
"Ok, name me the lapisan hutan from 20m to 40m ah..."
"Err... Lapisan tengah?"
"Aiya... Never pay attention ah you.."
"Sorry, Pn Teoh, but I quite sleepy arr... can i go wash my face?"
"Err... take the pass on the teacher table ah.. must come back in 5 minutes ah.."
"Yes madam!"
And with that, Keng Fai jumped of his seat, and ran to the teacher's table, grabbed the yellow card and flung the door open. He turned left then right, and leapt down the stairs, and stopped.
Keng Fai stared at the sky through the large hole in the stairwell.
'Sh*t.. I was dreaming about her during lessons.. but she's damn hot man..'
The raven-haired teen shuffled down the stairs, and walked around the school. He stopped in front of the admissions department. The pearl he was looking for stood there, at the admissions desk.
'YES! THERE SHE IS! But how do I call her..? Ah! I know..'
The tall, slender, unbelievable, alien-like, totally perfect figure stepped out of the glass door, headed towards the car park. Keng Fai made his move.
He whistled a cheery tune as he laid his arms on the yellow gate, as the girl approached.
Keng Fai then, out of nowhere, said, "good afternoon!"
The other replied, "good afternoon to you too. Don't you have lessons now? You'd better head back to your class."
"You're more importa.. Nothing. Do I know you?"
"I should ask YOU."
"You're very fluent."
"You sound trained."
"Are you implying that I'm a dog?"
"No, just a camwhore. I saw your friendster. Over 2 thousand pageviews."
"Oh. Have I seen yours?"
"If that pleases your mind."
"Then I absolutely will."
"You're a womaniser."
"Who told?"
"Lord, as He wanted to."
"I don't believe in It."
"That's a He, not It."
"Anyway, I don't care. You're the main subject now."
"How?"
"Your name?"
"That's against my privacy policy."
"Your.. age?"
"You can see my friendster page."
"Fine. Your friendster?"
"It's on private."
"Kay, erm. Your MSN?"
"MSN sucks. I use AIM."
"Aim?"
"AOL Instant Messenger."
"What's AOL? Isn't that some kind of drug?"
"A-O-L. Americans On-Line."
"Really?"
"No."
"Okay..."
"Don't touch me."
"I wasnt--"
"Don't lie. You were trying to grope my chest."
"No I wasnt!"
"What's your hand doing in mid air, hovering 2cm away from me then?"
"I err.."
"You like me."
"No! Wait, on second thoughts.."
"You seem like a nice guy."
Keng Fai thought for a moment, then pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"So, your handphone number, please?"
"Okay." The girl punched in her number, and hands the phone back to Keng Fai.
"I'll call you.. See if I got the right number."
After waiting for some time, the girl responded. "Yep. My phone's vibrating. Your number is.. 017.. 616... 1108?"
"Yep. Name's Keng Fai."
"I know. I saw your friendster."
"Oh yeah. And your name, miss?"
"Wei Jing." She smiled, and marched away.
Keng Fai smiled too, and he walked back to class.













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