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Monday, May 12, 2008

Frustration-Essay

Hey Guys, It's Zahrah here. I think i haven't been contributing to this blog, so i wrote a essay u guys can rate it /10 if you guys aren't busy- THANKS!! :)

Frustration Essay

Melody climbed the steps of her flat, stomping loudly, allowing eerie echoes to float in the air. After a hard day at school, she longed for some peace. The moment she entered her flat, Melody was shocked to see her pregnant mother weeping softly on their leather couch.

Her mother looked up at the arrival of Melody. She broke into a deep frown. “Where were you? Why are you home so late? Why? I expected you home at two o’clock! It’s already five o’clock!!” her mother yelled.

Melody stood helplessly, knowing it was not the time to tell her mother why she was home so late. “You perfectly know that we need help at your father’s grocery shop, now that I am unable to help! Why were you late? You are never punctual, are you?” her mother accused.
Melody bit her tongue in an effort to keep herself from screaming her head off.

After a long, dreadful lecture, and many accusations, Melody’s mother finally sent her up to her room without any dinner for the night.
Melody could no longer hold her intense feelings back any longer. She felt so FRUSTRATED! Silent tears flooded down her cheeks. “Why wouldn’t anyone listen to me?” a thought intruded her head. Melody vented her frustration on her ‘Marie’ pillow, punching and screaming like she never did when she was younger.

Half an hour later, Melody calmed down a little. Flipping open her flamingo pink VAIO laptop notebook, she jotted down her hurtful feelings in her blog and her strenuous events that particular day. Unknown to her, her friendly form teacher, Ms Cheryl was randomly looking at some of her students’ blogs, during her leisure time.
Ms Cheryl just happened to visit Melody’s blog, and was extremely shocked at Melody’s uneventful day. Ms Cheryl, worried, immediately called her.

“Ring! Ring!” rang Melody’s cell phone. Reluctantly, Melody went to retrieve it. Squinting downwards, she realized that the caller ID showed that of her form teacher’s. Melody gasped. Anxious that Ms Cheryl wanted to talk to her mother, Melody hesitatingly pressed the ‘IGNORE’ button.

Ms Cheryl was puzzled at this abrupt end of the call. Furrowing her eyebrows, she made a mental point to talk to Melody- face to face tomorrow.

“Melody, come here please,” called Ms Cheryl. Hesitatingly, Melody walked to the teacher’s table, face as pale as a sheet, and hands, icy cold. It was recess. Melody gave a quick glance at the clock, stomach growling loudly. She had not eaten since yesterday afternoon.

“Melody, I’d like to talk to you, so we’ll have recess in the teachers’ lounge, okay dear?” Ms Cheryl chirruped. Melody simply gave a meek nod.

Ms Cheryl spoke, “I saw your latest blog post yesterday, and I thought that I would like to speak to you. Now what’s on your mind? I’m all ears.” Melody glanced furtively around, reluctant to speak.

After much coaxing, and words of encouragement, Melody spoke her heart out. Ms Cheryl looked thoughtful. She spoke softly, words of wisdom penetrating through her mouth, voice as sweet as a mango.

Melody left the teachers’ lounge feeling a new Melody- a strong, confident one unlike the old her, afraid her.

That very day, she confided into her mother and they finally understood one another’s feelings in the end.

Melody settled into bed. Before closing her eyes, she grinned, thinking, “Thank You God, and Thank You Ms Cheryl…”

THE END

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