--The following tale will be told in an essay-like manner--.
I stifled a sigh as I gazed down at the worksheet of condemnation. I looked at the worksheet, the worksheet which I had failed to do during these two months, labelling it as 'judgemental' and 'puerile'. The same worksheet which would be due in 2 day's time. It was indeed puerile, for lack of better words to describe it.
During the last school term, the teachers (with nothing better to do, I suppose, other than the excuse of 'preserving memories') had given us this tiresome worksheet under the useless subject known as 'Charisma'. We were supposed to take a meaningful photograph and write a
true story on it(notice how 'true' was emphasized), and fill in forms regarding our pedigree. It was, in other words, the ultimate time-waster.
The words shifted and blurred before my bleary eyes as I rubbed them, then propping my head on a hand. I chewed the tip of a pencil while ruminating on the question:
Where and when is the date and place of birth for your paternal great-grandmother? The date and place of death (if applicable)?
I scowled down at the question. How the -beep- would I know? Besides, wasn't it a tad too insensitive for them to bring up such painful memories? How was I to reply?
Oh, the place of death had been in the shower when the electrical wires were exposed and electrocuted her to death, you dirty, ungrateful, mongrel of a nosey parker. Not that it is true in any case, but let's pretend it is so for the sake of this insult.
I sighed and stabbed viciously at the worksheet, creating a small, lead-shaped hole in the worksheet. I was beyond caring at the state of the worksheet. 我是逼不得已的，只好用老招：编谎！
I could already imagine the situation being turned into a life talk show.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the latest episode of Mission Procrastination. Today, our topic for the show is Assignment to Lie!
Perhaps it was my deranged mind becoming more imaginative all of a sudden. I could see pink dust bunnies hopping back and forth on the page, threatening world domination...
My eyes randomly rested themselves on the last sentence. I squinted and read the small print:
Hand in this project by 16 Jan 2008 (Wednesday) to your form teacher.My mouth formed a small 'oh' of comprehension.
Ah. I see...YIPEE!The end.
