On my final test last year, I wrote this because I’m out of fresh idea for the essay. Changed a normal essay into Percy Jackson style!

            It was a cold and stormy night; I was alone in my house watching movies in my laptop. I could’ve watch the television if it was not for the blue text that read “Service Currently is Unavailable” on the big screen. Typical Astro, they earned millions from Malaysians yet they can’t even solve a simple signal distraction during a storm.

            Alone. My parents were gone to the village with all my siblings. The only reason why I didn’t join was because I had school tomorrow and I dreaded every single second in the village. Unfortunately, they forgot to leave me something to eat and I’m NOT going out for dinner. With a storm like this, I could’ve been zap by lightning and nobody would know. The headline tomorrow will leads to – unexpectedly – “Suicidal Boy Killed by Lighting”.

            Silently foaming as the night got worse, I tried to think positive, “Hey, it’s not like it’ll get any worst!” the optimistic side of my brain said – and it got worse. Suddenly all the lights are out. “A blackout” my pessimistic side said, “thanks a lot”. No replies from the optimistic one. As I was fumbling to find a candle, I heard a crash right in front of my house.

            “Great, like anything else can’t go wrong” I muttered to myself as I dashed to the front of my house gate.

            There was an accident. A car was hit by a lorry right in front of my house. The strange thing was, there’s no groaning. “Maybe they all died” I said cheerily (my teacher made a ???? note on the paper. Just in case, YES teacher, I said CHEERILY) to myself. A groan was heard, “Okay, maybe not ALL”. I called the ambulance and quickly went to the place of accident. Apparently, I had no sense of fear of blood.

            The lorry driver was dead silent (not sure if he’s actually died or not but I’m using this word only as an expression) so I checked the car. There was a guy stuck on the driver’s seat between the airbag and crashed windows. Nice, a thing designed to help was actually KILLING him. I tried to help but he mumbled something, “My wife”, he said in a gasped voice – as in he was fighting from intense, excruciating pain – “save my wife, she’s holding our daughter”.

            A panic suddenly jumped into me, I’m a licensed St. John so as my the teacher said it, I have to help or be sued. Continuing on, I rushed to the shotgun seat to help the woman.

            Four words; Not. A. Pretty. Sight.

            The woman was bleeding all over and clutching the baby, It’ll took the ambulance five more minutes to get here and the woman was dying, Taking priority, I took the baby first and laid her safely on the undamaged part of the car, away from the storm and potentially harmful objects.

            Checking the woman’s pulse – unstable and she looked like she passed out. Thinking again, I shouted for help from my neighbors, nobody heard it due to the terrible storm and I lived quite a distance from other houses (thanks Dad for picking this wonderful spot as our home). Right, no help, I positioned her as comfortable as I could, couldn’t pull her out though because her leg was stuck. In a rush, I returned back to the driver. Astoundingly, he didn’t pass out and I tried freeing him using sticks lying on the grass.

            Despite his pain, he enquired, “my wife?” Trying to contain my panic, I said, “stuck, the baby is OK”. He looked like trying to both smile and cry at the same time. Fortunately, the heavenly - most of the time, I call it annoying but this was a special case – sound of the ambulance siren was getting closer. I called them and told them about everything. Like a professional, they freed the woman and the driver and also took the lorry guy into the ambulance in a jiffty. A medic – he looked like their leader- patted me on the head and hurriedly rush them all to the hospital.

            So there I was, standing on the road like an idiot as the storm still raging. Returning back to my house, fortunately the blackout was temporary and I took a shower. I felt good for awhile, at least I did the right thing – I hope.

            On the next day, as I was answering the final semester examination, an announcement came and informed me to go to the office immediately.

 Wait a sec, I didn’t even cheat ( yet)!

            Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. The guy who patted me last night was there in the office and praised me for my *ahem* brave *ahem* action last night. The only comment I could think of was; “So, I’m not going to be sued for not helping the lorry guy?”