I raced inside, perspiring profusely, and slammed the door behind me. I scanned the area and squeezed into a corner, praying with all my heart that they would not find me.

Looking back, the very first time I met Phoebe was magical. She was always the center of attention whenever she walked into a room. Phoebe seemed to solve every problem just by being there

We were wrong
Incredibly wrong!

Phoebe was a trouble maker, she was rude and selfish. Her happy and cheerful face was just that, a font, a mask.

When I first saw her without her mask, she was obnoxious and spoke with a booming voice.

" Just. Give. Me. YOUR MONEY!" screeched Phoebe, her face flushed with red from frustration and anger.

She had found me at my hiding place.

There was no escape.

"You are not my mom!".I retorted, only realising it was a big mistake when the words fled from my mouth.

Phoebe threw her hand forward. The sound of skin contacting with skin echoed off the walls. I reeled backwards , landing on my butt. That thwaking was the first if the many batters that came knocking at my front door.

"Stop! Please!" I pleaded for my l life, clutching my stomach where it stung the most.

I could make out the sound of someone scampering away but as I was too busy gathering my thoughts to lessen the pain, I quickly dismissed it.

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Stirring from my nightmare, I saw patches of blue and red all over my body. I sat upright, finally realising what had happened.

Eventually, I was informed of what were to happen to Phoebe and her bestfriend ,Jem, who had helped her in the crime. Phoebe was to be suspended for four months and endure whips of the cane in front of the whole school while Jem's punishment was a suspension for three months.

The feeling of triumph ran wild in my body after hearing those news. I was also deeply grateful to Kriss. She was the one I heard scurrying away to get Mr Lee.

Kriss had saved me.

The day soon came when Phoebe was to be penalized. We saw her on the stage in the hall with everybody in the school to see. I noticed our Principal, Mdm Goh, wince just before the first lashing.

I refused to look at Phoebe any longer. It was horrible and horryfying to see her bawling her eyes out. I could still hear her wailing after five minutes of the last whip. Hoping that her back would recover, I touched my own so that I could get assurance that I was here.

I took one final look at Phoebe, she seemed to be looking at me too, her eyes filled with remorse.I broke into a small grin so that I could at least show her that I had forgiven her.

She smiled in return.

That glimpse of the past was permanently etched in my brain where only I could visit whenever I felt like bullying someone.

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