Saturday, September 6, 2008
Chapter 4: I've had a Pink Christmas

The Christmas following my birthday, Grandpa Baldie suddenly had this urge to chuck me atop the black faux leather seat and push me out into the sunshine.

I'm not exactly sure how that happened, but that day, his eyes were somehow dull, like a clay ball, unlike the usually glazed and full-of-glittering-stars eyes behind the equally shiny pair of pink rimmed glasses (blegh).

I was studying that day. You must be thinking ,'Oh wow, she can actually study,' and I'd imagine you're currently rolling your eyes.

True enough, behind my text book was my awesome computer, equipped with the latest Microsoft Windows Singapore Vr.13, polished and topped up with 'Me First!' for the start button.

Then from behind me, Grandpa Baldie picked me up by the collar (at the back) with inhumane strength and lugged me to the attic, the sole of my shoes shredding to bits with sparks shooting like my bedhead in the morning.

Then, lifting me up, again with inhumane strength, he dropped me on the leather seat and commanded, stinky breath from not talking for days wafting into my face like a mist, "Ride."

I blinked once.

I blinked twice.

I blinked thrice.

Huh?

"Ride." The old man repeated.

I stared at the bicyble between my legs. It barely reached the height of my knee, and the handles were as wide apart as my brother's brain (estimated at about one hundredth of a pea size).

I placed my hands on the handle, and before I could even sit, my head was in a whirl of blurry grey puff balls.

Ooh! When did they invent a new shade of candy floss?

Secrets unfolds;
8:38 PM

Chapter done by:
Ferrero13

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