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he basketball soared
through the air and
Tbounced of the hoop to
numerous groans of frustration.
I quickly grabbed the ball and
passed it to Jerry, who in turn
shot a perfect three-pointer. We
called it a day as we could no
longer bear with the scorching and humid weather.
The temptation of a cool and well-ventilated room
accompanied by an icy soda was all too strong for
the four of us. Chillon and Angeline went ahead first
whereas Jerry and I stayed behind to clean up the
basketball court. Our post-examination euphoria
and adrenaline had been slightly dampened by the
thunderstorm earlier and the loss to the lovebirds
despite an elegant three-pointer.
“Quite a match, right Min?” Jerry asked as
he tossed a towel to me.
“I definitely concur,” I said.
“If only every day were like today.”
“What, a losing day?”
Jerry scowled at my pessimism and resumed
mopping the basketball court. We mucked about for
5 minutes before I finally lost my patience and told
him to hurry up. We finished up hastily and trailed
Chillon’s steps to the cafeteria. As we walked there,
I heard a disturbing noise and stopped dead in my
tracks. Jerry noticed my sudden halt and followed
suit.
“What is it?” He asked in a puzzled tone.
“I.......I don’t know. I thought I heard a noise
over there,” I replied as I pointed towards a corridor.
“You may be hearing things, Min. This
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building may be equipped with
modern facilities but it’s still
an ancient building. Noises are
common in these shacks.”
“I’d hardly call a five-story
building a shack.”
“Whatever it is, it doesn’t
exist,” Jerry asserted firmly. I finally acquiesced to
his persuasion and we continued onwards to get out
of the sun. As expected, Chillon greeted us with a
scowl and complained that an outside basketball
court required no mopping. I grabbed my can of
Somersby and told him to get back to Angeline.
As soon as I had taken a large swig of alcohol, the
memory of the unpleasant noise faded.
“If God exists and is willing to prevent evil
but not able, he is not omnipotent. If God exists......”
Unsurprisingly, a lecture on Epicurus was as
interesting as watching paint dry. Perhaps it was the
speaker’s monotone that was slowly putting me to
sleep. I pinched myself hard and barely regained
consciousness. Fed up with the drivel, I exited the
hall and took a long walk down the corridor. As I
roamed the old building aimlessly, an old friend
suddenly bumped into me. Her eyes were swollen as
if she had been crying and her arms full of bruises.
“What happened to you, Wendy?!” I asked in
a shocked tone.
She made eye contact with me briefly but
looked away in a pained manner. She shouldered me
aside and walked away, her footsteps reverberating
throughout the building. Clearly, something
traumatic had happened to her and I was determined
to find out what was ailing my friend.
Thursday was the fourth day of my stakeout
and it seemed to be just as uneventful as the first
three days. I was fortunate enough to be free