I felt the heat of the morning sun on my still-closed eyelids. Annoyed, I rolled
to the other side to get out of the way of the strong rays. I yawned and
stretched, wondering why it was so bright. It is normally quite dark when I get
up for school. I forced open my eyes to look at the little, round alarm clock on
my bedside table ... and screeched in alarm!
Bounding out of my bed, I swung
open the wardrobe door to take out my school uniform, which I threw on the bed.
Then, I dashed to the bathroom. But halfway, I stopped, deciding not to brush my
teeth. I grabbed my school bag and ran downstairs. Soon, I had shoved my feet
into my shoes and pounced onto my bicycle. My parents stood motionless, staring
at me as I whizzed past. As I had had no time to comb my hair, I ran my fingers
through it, making it look as tidy as possible.
As my bicycle raced down the road to school, I noticed a group of schoolgirls
looking at me with great interest. Oh boy! I must still be looking attractive
even with uncombed hair. My heart pounding furiously in my chest, I shot past a
few cars on the road. In all the confusion and haste, I managed to notice the
drivers staring in disbelief at me. They were probably incredulous that one
could pedal so swiftly. Soon, I reached the school gate, which the security
guard was about to close.
Without bothering to explain myself to the two priggish prefects on gate
duty, I hopped off my bike. Locking my precious iron steed at the bicycle
parking lot, I sprinted to the school hall. As I burst into the hall, I slowed
down to turn left to go to the back of my class, where I took my place behind my
classmates. I released my breath - the assembly had not started yet. But just as
I was congratulating myself, I realized that I was the centre of attraction. It
did not matter much to me at the moment for I was used to being looked at.
However, to say the least, I was a little surprised when everyone stopped
staring blankly at me and started to giggle. Suddenly, the whole hall was
reverberating with loud laughter. Everyone was laughing, pointing or looking at
me. Some teachers were smiling while others were trying to control the
situation. Smiling at my audience, I took a bow, though at the back of my mind,
I was wondering what was so amusing.
As I took my bow, I noticed -that the bottom half of my trousers were not
olive-green but had blue and white stripes. My line of vision moved upwards,
revealing that the rest of my trousers were also the wrong color - and so was my
shirt. In profound shock, it took me some time to figure it out. "Sammy! Why on
earth are you in pyjamas?" my friend, who was standing beside me, blurted out
amidst the bellows of laughter. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, not from
sadness, but from hilarity, I realized in chagrin.
A feeling of sheer horror swept through my entire body. My mouth opened in a
silent `0' for a few long seconds. I stood there in shock and embarrassment. No
wonder Dad and Mum had looked nonplussed as I was streaking past them. No wonder
everyone in the hall was laughing. I had stupidly thought that it was my riding
skills that had fascinated people on the street and my handsome face that had
made the girls stare at me. I felt darkness slowly starting to engulf me.
I awoke with lights playing on my eyelids. A group of people, including some
boys in the Red Crescent uniform, were peering down at me, grinning quite
lunatically at me. My teacher was also there. He patted me on my back, saying
with a wicked wink, "You must have been in a real hurry, eh? Never mind, your
parents will be here soon with your school uniform."
I must have looked like a beetroot. But one thing was clear - it was the most
embarrassing moment in my life.