Part 3

Part One can be found here, while Part Two, can be found Here!


"Okay, time is up! Stop writing and hand in your scripts!" Mrs Jones walked down each row of the students seated in the classroom, glaring at whoever who did not stop writing.

"Jo! Put your pen down, or else you will get a big fat ZERO!" Mrs Jones smacked Jo on her hand, which caused her pen that she was holding, to fall onto the floor.


"BITCH!"

"Now Jo, I have never seen you so engrossed in your work, but do keep in mind that I will reward you no extra time just because you ARE doing your work", Mrs Jones said in a rather disdain manner, as she collected the scripts. She headed back to her desk and began counting them one by one.

Well, it was true that it was the first time Jo was so engrossed in her work. Jo never liked doing her work and would often chance at the opportunity to skip class or pretend to be sick. You see, Jo's name was actually Josephine. She, unlike most girls, never wore dresses. She had shiny black hair that was cropped and spiked. She wore chains as belts, baggy pants, boxer shorts, cuffs and worn-out gloves. People often mistook her for a boy, but she didn't mind, because she always liked the "tough" look.


Jo was breathing fire. She banged her fist hard on her desk before leaving the class. This was the first time that Jo did do her work, and as much as she hated to admit, she really liked how free-willed she could express her thoughts and emotions in her essay. But she hated how she did not have the time to complete it. And one reason to why she actually did try to finish her essay was because of Mr. Petes. He was the Principal and he told her that she had to pass at least English if she wanted to Graduate by the end of the year.


Jo hated feeling pissed, and so, decided to head to her usual hangout to cool down; the basketball court. She saw a couple of her friends who were having a match over there, and thought about joining them.


"Hey Jo! Come meet Jacky! He just moved in here, and he sure can play ball!" shouted Nick who made a beautiful three-pointer that swiftly went into the hoop, making the chains of the net dance as they touch the basketball.


Jacky held out his hand to shake with Jo's but all she did was to snatch the ball from Ron who was making his way to Nick and Jacky. Jo never said a word and continued in her own game.

"Must be a bad day" shrugged Nick as he tapped Jacky on the shoulder as comfort.

Ron then suggested to have a quick match and all of them agreed. Ron paired up with Jo, leaving Jacky with Nick. The game started off and Jacky quickly learned that street basketball wasn't like how he played back in his school. There was more contact and it was much more rough.


"The first to reach seven wins!" shouted Nick.

The teams were tied six to six. The ball was in Jo's hands. She dribbled. Nick was blocking all ways possible for the ball to be passed to Ron. Jack moved closer to defend Jo. Jo was pushing hard against him, pushing him in the chest. It was hard, and it hurt, but Jacky wasn't going to let them call him a sissy.

He tried his best to not let Jo anywhere near the hoop. His spread his arms wide in defence, and decided to play dirty, just like how Jo did to him. He pushed hard at Jo's chest, and could not believe. He stood still, in shock. Jo took the chance and did a beautiful shot. Jo's team won.


"Hey, you're supposed to defend her! Remember?" Nick ran up to Jacky and slapped him hard on the back.


"Nick.... Jo's... Jo's a girl!" said Jacky almost feeling embarrassed that he did that.


Nick and Ron burst out laughing and couldn't help but laugh even harder at Jacky's confused face.

"Didn't you know? Jo's a girl! But she sure can play basketball".


It was true. Jo could play basketball. Jacky had never seen a girl play so well before, she definitely was better than the girls, and even most of the boys back in his school team.


All were silent when Jo came over to them. Jacky got up and said "Hey, I didn't mean to... you know."

Jo tried to act tough, and faked a low voice, saying "It's okay. But do it again and I'll bust your brains out, you hear me?" Both of them giggled and then headed over to Jo's house where she invited them for dinner.





To be continued.

Box Of Nonsense

I was side by side Steve Irwin (the all time best Crocodile hunter ever), crouching behind a bush when all of a sudden, a HUGE mighty leopard sprung from a tree nearby, leaping onto me. I squeezed my eyes shut, for fear of looking at the beast in its eyes. I then kicked and punched, pushing every unfamiliar contact on my body.


Suddenly, everything laid still. there was no movement. Was the beast dead? Couldn't be, unless I was as strong as Xena the warrior Princess.


I had to know what happened. I used every strength I had, and heaved myself upwards, opening my eyes, ready to fight off the beast again, if it were to attack.


To embarrassment, there I was, in the middle of my room, with my quilt still on me, hair in a mess, in a fighting Taekwando stance. And there my mum was, on my bed, looking at me with the most puzzled face ever.


Both she and I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the stupidity and awkwardness.


Just as I was about to plop back onto the floor (She sleeps with me, on my bed, so I take the floor), my mum shoves a box she proudly names: Her "Box Of Nonsense. But there's still Box 2 and Box 3". I stare sleepily, but in amazement as I took everything out of the box. There were buttons, papier mache, clips, foam, coloured paper, ribbons, googly eyes, scissors, pom poms, things that I didn't see before, nor heard before.

Just as I was about to fall back to sleep, she whipped out a long piece of black pipe cleaner. She wound and twined, and just as I was about to shut my eyes, she threw something hairy at my face.


I flicked it off of my face and looked to see what it was. It was a tarantula! Not a real one, but some creature that she made from her "Box Of Nonsense", with simply a piece of pipe cleaner and googly eyes. And made within a few minutes!


And it almost looks like the real one! Okay, a little exaggerated, but see if for yourself.


















You must be wondering why my quilt looks so "naked". Well, I took the quilt cover off, because my dog loves sleeping on it, and my quilt always runs in the cover, having it mispositioned all over the place. And so i took it off, and have been sleeping like that ever since.



Anyway, when I asked my mum how she thought of the spider, and how to make it, all she said was "I don't know, it just popped into my head!"


Hahaha.




Do your parents, at least one, behave like how my mum does?






By the way, because of the White Tiger Attack at the zoo, my job's postponed till Wednesday!! :(