The power of a wet towel
twisted into a hammer
swung against the metallic door of the switch box
making a loud sound
with it
the idiom
"over my dead body"
and a lengthy good scolding
of their laziness, their bad attitude
"Nobody failed last year. Nobody
Because they all wrote when I told them to.
Nobody leave without finishing 300 words
Three hundred!"
And all chatty naughty little angels shut up
and scribbled their heads away
The bell goes
And a quiet sweet little angel
with only 2 lines written
made for the door
"No!"
My left heel against the half opened door
after a quick writer left
Eyes looked on
A tear rolled
"Stop crying,
Wipe it up."
"I have to go to see the doctor with my ..."
"No, your mom would rather see you pass your HKCEE"
"I dont want to write on this topic"
Folding her paper up and dumping it on the floor
"You should have told me earlier."
"Let her go, let her go"
The naughty ones pleaded for her.
"She'll die if she still cannot write an essay in one double lesson"
Said I, "I love you
therefore I keep you."
"I'll write on this paper"
And she finished
an hour later.
"Congratulations!"
As I collected her paper
And a victory won for both of us