Shes that one wannabe in your life. Always gossiping and telling lies, and you probably get annoyed more than once by her. Shes a Dramacus Queenus, also known as a Drama Queen. Recently I've came across this specimen in the beginning of the year, atfirst she was a great person, optimistic, funny,sweet,charismatic and everything a regular girl was not. Shes TOO perfect, that it was hard to believe. ( By the way this isn't going to be a love story, I am not as lame as to express my love experiences online, sorry. )

She SAID she has a wonderful boyfriend, her popularity at her old school and her straight A's were true. But me and my couple of friends were beginning to question when we saw the picture of her boyfriend which is not exactly as appealing as she said he was. Popularity? Thats still on debate, however very unlikely. And her straight A's were a complete lie, me and my friend found out that she only achieved two A's in her PMR exams. ( Taken by 15 year-old students at the end of year. )

Behind that mask of beauty and perfection lies an ugly secret, her tendency to lie her way to the top. Personally, I couldn't tolerate liars and they usually get the idea when they notice I am having deep grudges against them. She, however is a quite interesting liar, you would notice that she would be looking around as in stalling enough time to think and to make up a story. She would also always have a story about her friend/cousin/relatives on whatever topic we're talking about. For example when we are talking about supernatural beings, she would say she had a friend who encountered one, or when we mention about fishing she would say her cousin had once caught the biggest fish in Malaysia.

As much as I like to listen to her lies, it was getting a little boring. Her true intentions made it pathetic. One time she was happy for the entire day and the next she would be sobbing saying how her boyfriend abused her. I adviced her to dump the abusive boyfriend of hers, but she said she still loved him even though he frequently hits her with a motorcycle helmet, chyeah. How believable.

Anyways, this blog post is momenting to quite a large mass of text which could probably blind someone so I gotta cut it short for the sake of your eyes. I hope one day she would notice that lying is bad and that she experiences it the bad way that karma always bites you back in the behind.

We've all felt it once before. When we noticed the scene and it felt like it happened before. Well to me, it happens quite alot - Deja vus.

But whenever I question about these deja vus, I'll always get a reply that its just something that occurs in my brain that makes me felt like it happened before. But recently I found out, thats not the case. I did an experiment for an entire week, where I would observe and note down whatever I did in that whole week, including dreams and thoughs. Three weeks after that, I've got that feeling, the scene where I was walking to my classroom it was EXACTLY how it was. As in everything, and everyone. The scene, the colour of the skies, the formation of the clouds, the placement of chairs,2 newspapers on the desk. And I though to myself, if I really have this sixth sense, then Mr. Alex ( Our sarcastic maths teacher ) would be behind me, and he was. He just walked in behind of me.

Strange enough, today I predicted that I would be called to answer a maths question and I was asked to answer the second question ( which is quadratic functions, which I suck at. ). I am still a little skeptical whether it is something wrong with my brain or not, I sometimes choose not be believe in this because I once predicted the death of my loved ones. It is a harsh vision and I choose not to talk about it, but believe it or not, they are some people which have gifts imbedded within them, and I guess thats just the way it has to be.

The clock ticked to 7.15am as I slowly walked upstairs to my classroom. To my surprise its completly empty and deserted. I began to panic, I ran to the biology Lab, the Foyer, the canteen, but nothing. Not a sight of intelligent life-forms, unless you consider the lower class boys who seem to be gleefully skipping class to be intelligent, then yeah.

Then suddenly I felt a sudden gripping onto my shoulders, and it was my physics teacher. "Everyones in the headmistress office" She said. And that was when my heart began to pump. Our headmistress isn't exactly the rose in the flower bed. ( Not exactly as beautful aswell. ) I slowly walked to her office and every office staff was glaring at me in the office. They didn't say anything, but it was written all over their oily half-asleep faces. They were saying "Your dead, your dead John, oh your sooo dead." My heart beat as hard when I heard the headmistress shouting at one of my classmates behind the wooden door.

Slowly I opened the door and I can see she wasn't that surprise to see me. ( She never does. ) As I sat down on the vermillion coloured cushions, she began to nag through the whole session. It was a pain. But then she began to scold one of my fellow classmates, Eve. "What do you think your parents think of you now?", "They will be so dissapointed with you!" She said. Eve began to hold her face in her hands and if you can see properly, tears are dropping from the leaks between her fingers.

"Headmistress .. " One of us said. "Eve's mom has passed away and her dad had left her family when she was five." Oh these words strucked the headmistress so hard that she just froze there, and noticed what a mortal sin she just did. If the headmistress would of know her students better before scolding them, maybe she can actually make them improve. Shes always nagging everyone to improve, and her weapon of choice is, yes you guessed it, homework.

After the emotional dilemma and 10 minutes of cheering up Eve, she gave us a taste of her 'weapon' as I like to call it. She wanted us to accomplish 25 , 350 words essays in Malay in less then four days. I can barely even write a single essay in malay and here she is asking me to do 25. How is that suppose to help? Want me to do homework then a random fairy pops in and offer me assistance and realize how stupid I am? I m sorry but this is reality, it isn't some disney channel original movie. She also asked me and Ai ( another classmate ) to memorize 37 moral values in less than four days and then say it out loud during assembly. That is just pure unnecessary punishment, and I don't see what benefits I get from it at all. Sometimes I wonder how she ended up being our headmistress.

I don't think I would survive to the end of this year in this school anymore even though this is the last year. In anyway, I have to be tolerant of being around such a monster. Wish me luck in surviving school and keep me in your prayers.

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