Sian Yin's AA final

Name: Tan Sian Yin (05) Class: S1-01 Date and Time: 27 January 2016

Title: Final (Let Me Go)  Number of words: 501

“Yes. I agree to surrender myself to the virtual world,” I confirmed, stepping through the doors of transformation. I was never going back to the living hell. “You have never done anything right in your life!” I had been reminded time and again. I could never compare to my sister. She aced in her studies, did all the right things while I was just a failure in my parent’s and her eyes. Now, I will change their minds. I surrender.

As I stepped through the doors, I felt myself transforming into ones and zeros, and finally, I was free from the cruel outside world, free from the torments of my parents and their cold stares.
The virtual world was taking over the real world. The avatar leaders in the game called the Amoris wanted to rule over the humans. However, not many were willing to become permanent avatars. Being the first few “Transformers”, I was tasked to coax humans into walking through the doors of transformation. Once you went through those doors, it was a point of no return; you would become one of us.
     
 For the first month, I had been working relentlessly, tricking humans through those innocent doors. However, I was getting tired. And I was wrong; I was a slave to the Amoris. I did not even get the freedom that I used to have.
 “Jake, this is the new list of recruitments.  You better get it done soon, or else...”  I took a dreaded look at the list and saw a familiar name: ‘Charisse Yeo’.  I could not believe my eyes! Could it be my sister?  She never played games!

Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by a presence behind me. I reeled around to come face to face with my sister, Charisse!

“I have finally found you!” Charisse exclaimed. “What are you doing here! Go home now! Forget about me!” I interrupted her words, admiring her ever-beautiful hair. “We are all so worried about you. Mother is terribly ill. Please come back with me, I beg you,” she cried, a lone tear slipped down her cheeks unguarded. I had never thought I meant anything to them.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the Amoricops chasing after us. I grabbed Charisse’s hand and catapulted forward, determination written all over my face as I scooted around the corner at the speed of light. I explained to her how I could not go back home. She was clearly bewildered. Just before the Amoricops caught up with us, I pushed her through the portal to the human world while I was repelled by the protective layer.
The Amoricops hauled me to the Amoris and I was sentenced to death. I was thrown into the zero filling pit where I would disintegrate into zeros and be gone forever.
     As I stared helplessly at my disintegrating body, tears lined my face; I missed my family dearly.
I’m sorry Charisse, but I had to save you. I had finally done something right…


Somebody (Who)~ Jake Yeo Xuan Kuang
                     ~  Charisse Yeo Xuan Le

Wanted (What) ~ To escape from the outside world

But (Conflict) ~ Jake met his sister and defied orders to help her escape from her imminent danger.

Then (What I did) ~ Jake saved his sister, pushing her through the portal but he was caught by police and died after that.

So (Resolution) ~ He spent the last few minutes thinking about how he had finally done something right.

Tan Sian Yin - Creative Writing 3

  When I was a child, I well remember how I went out to play even though it was raining.  I had seen how kids my age played outside in the rain in the television commercials.  I thought that it would be fun.  My mother came and reprimanded me, sending me to bed even though it was only in the afternoon.  I apologised many times immediately and tried to convince her that I would not do it again - an excuse that I had given so many times.  Being my mother, she did not give in.

  I danced around in the room doing random stretches and jumped on the bed before finally tucking myself into bed.  Filled with boredom, I thought about what I should do in my room.  Without any ideas, I started to stare at the square lights and fell asleep reluctantly.

  I slowly opened my eyes.  It was dark and I reached for my alarm clock.  I pushed a button and immediately '12:55' lighted up.  All of a sudden, I heard a faint noise on the floor.  I pulled open the covers and slowly looked at the floor.  Suddenly, a huge wet and rough tongue licked my face eagerly.  

  In shock, I hid myself under the covers and finally slept.  Waking up the next morning, I wondered whose tongue that was.  Could it have been a monster?  Till this day, I am still not sure.

Tan Sian Yin - Creative Writing 2

  The shortcut lay before her.  She had finally found it.  Sighing as she walked along the deserted alley, Charisse muttered to herself, complaining about her tuition homework.  It was late at night and not a single soul could be seen.  Mice and cockroaches were all around and she quickened her pace, avoiding all of them as she walked on.  Her ginger red hair flapped in the wind.  'I'm a brave girl, why would I be scared?' she thought to herself.

  From the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of two beady little eyes.  She reeled around to confront it but the eyes had vanished.  Charisse was confused and it got colder by the minute.  Again, she felt the eyes staring at her from behind.  The night was closing in and she was far from help. 'Charisse, stop imagining things! There is nothing, don't be so worried!' she told herself cheerfully as she picked up her pace.

  Just then, a shadow stood before her.  The moonlight was shining on the ground. 'A monster!' she thought.  She trembled, fearing that the monster would eat her up.  She ran, she knew not where.  The alley seemed to be never-ending.

  She wished that she had listened to her parents.  They had warned her not to use the shortcut. 

Creative Writing Task 1 by Tan Sian Yin

       
My Earliest Memories, Tan Sian Yin (05)

          One of my earliest memories is my memory of my grandmother.  My grandmother was the person who took care of me when I was still a baby, until now. Her slick black hair, always curled up to match the shape of a ball, and her eyes were hazel brown, the brown that I always looked up to. My parents didn’t know how to take care of me, and so, my grandmother took care of me instead. Every time I met her, I would pick up the smell of sweet roses. I miss the times when she would soak me in water, and scrub me with those wrinkled hands of hers, a joyous smile forming on her face although I was a naughty kid, splashing dirty water all over her. This is a person I remember from my childhood.

          One of the places where I used to play was the playground at my grandmother’s house. My sister and I would hop onto the plastic platforms which lead to the slide, and pretend that we were pirates, jumping on and off the ‘ship’ our screams when we played catching could be heard from afar. The slide was one that would bring us round and round until we reached the end. I remember a swing made out of simply just a wooden board and metal chains holding the swing up. I used to think that with the swing, I could reach up and touch the trees 5hat grew around the playground. The swing would creak and groan whenever we swung around. I could have the swing all to myself because my sister was scared of it. This is a place where I used to play.

          I remember that I used to live in a HDB flat with my grandmother. One place that I loved was the playroom. The playroom was a child’s heaven. It was a room coloured light blue and pink. I can still remember that huge heap of toys that were nicely piled up in a neat stack. As a child, I was always in the playroom with my sister, having a picnic with the soft toys.  In the kitchen, my grandmother would always be whipping a somewhat simple but delicious meal. Whether it was in the morning, afternoon or at night, I would always smell the aroma of food wafting into the room from the kitchen, and I would always hear the clinking and clanking of pots as my grandmother was cooking.

          These are my earliest memories.

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