“Jansen! Have you finished packing your bag?” called Jansen’s mother from the living room.

“No. Just a few more things to pack then I’ll be right downstairs,” he replied. He rummaged through his dresser and packed his toiletries in a smaller bag and carefully placed it in his backpack. After doing so, he carried the bag down into the living room and left the bag by the door. He then walked into the hall and sat on the sofa.

“How many of you will be going for the trip tomorrow?” Jansen’s father asked him.

“Err… if I’m not mistaken, there will be seven of us including me,” he replied.

“OK. Just be careful not to do anything foolish while you all are out in the forest,” added the concerned father.

“Shhh! Listen to the news! Something happened in the forest reserve that you and your friends are going to tomorrow,” Jansen’s mother exclaimed.

“This is just in. A group of people have been reported missing after disappearing for three days in the forest reserve that is located at the outskirts of Stu Pi Dity Town. The search teams are still currently trying to track down survivors,” reported the newscaster who was standing at the entrance to the forest.

“Goodness gracious! Jansen! You all are going there tomorrow! Are you sure it is OK for you to go there? I think you should cancel the trip!” exclaimed Jansen’s mother with a horrified look.

“Oh come on, mum! Why should I cancel the whole thing because of some small accident. I’ll bet they’ll probably be found tomorrow. Besides, I’ve packed my compass. How are we going to get ourselves lost?” Jansen asked as he tried to reason with his mother.

“Are you sure it’s OK? It’s dangerous out in the woods, you know,” his mother explained.

“Yes. I’m absolutely sure that we’ll be back in one piece,” the boy promised.

“In that case, please be careful and look out for each other when you are out there. I don’t want your friends’ parents getting all worked up and worried if they found out their child is missing in the wilderness,” Jansen’s father told him.

“Yeah, yeah. I promise you that, dad,” Jansen replied as a sign of reassurance.

* * *

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Jansen woke up with a start. He glanced at his digital clock and grinned when he saw the time.

“It’s show time,” Jansen said to himself. He quickly jumped out of bed and waltzed into the bathroom. After taking a shower, he brushed his teeth, combed his hair and came out of the bathroom a refreshed and revitalized boy who was ready to take on life’s challenges. He got dressed in his T-shirt and jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. He whistled.

“That’s one handsome-looking guy. Heheh,” Jansen chuckled as he admired himself. He strapped on his watch, put on his baseball cap and went out of his room. He rushed down the staircase and jumped over the final few steps and landed so loudly that his parents turned and shot him an ugly look.

“Behave yourself son. You have not left the house yet and we may change our minds,” his father said sternly.

“Alright, alright. Sheesh. I can’t help it. It’s so exciting to be out in the woods with friends,” Jansen explained in attempt to defend himself.

“Your breakfast is on the table. Come to think of it, what are you and your friends going to eat when you’re in the jungle? There are no food stalls nearby,” said Jansen’s mother, ignoring her son’s excuse.

“I got that settled, mum. Azoth and Elene are bringing the foodstuff and Vivienne is bringing drinks for us. She promised that it is enough for a week,” Jansen answered.

“Oh, in that case, I’m not too worried. Enjoy your trip then,” said Jansen’s mother as her son grabbed his car keys and backpack.

“Yes. Be careful while you’re out there and always call home to update us on your latest condition,” added his father.

“OK. I will. See you folks in another four days!” Jansen replied as he closed the door behind him. As Jansen’s mother watched her son go, little did she know that it would be the last time she would ever lay her eyes on her son ever again.

* * *

“Hey! Hey! Are you guys ready for the big trip?” Azoth asked in an excited manner.

“Yeah. It should be fun, spending three nights out in the woods. I hope nothing serious will happen when we are there. I just heard the news last night. A group of people went missing after entering the forest. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen to us,” said Elene as she shuddered at the thought of it.

“Now, now, let’s not be afraid. I’m sure that the rescue teams had already found those people and that they are back safe and sound. Besides, I got my compass. What else could go wrong?” Jansen replied.

“Who knows? Maybe the compass is too complicated for you to understand,” Jarl snapped.

“Jarl! That’s enough. Why are you being so rude lately?” Gwendolyn asked him in a shrill manner.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting irritated because of this nonsense. We should be on our way there right now,” Jarl retorted.

“Fine, let’s get going then. By the way, where’s Josh?” Vivienne asked as she shot Elene a puzzled look.

“Oh, there he is. Here, Josh! Over here!” Elene shouted at him as she waved he hands.

“Guess I’m the last one here, eh? Sorry guys but I was late because my mother tried to persuade me to cancel my trip to the forest after listening to last night’s news. I heard a group of people went missing. Is that true?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, we shall be safe. I got my compass with me. There shouldn’t be any problems when we find our way out in any case we get lost in the woods,” Jansen reassured Josh.

“Great. I packed my compass, too,” Josh added.

“Good thinking. Now, shall we get on the van now? I’m getting pretty restless over all the excitement,” Azoth said.

“Right, let’s go. Hop on everyone. We’ll be there in an hour or so,” Jansen announced. Right before Jansen got onto the van, a stranger came up to him. The boy quickly turned away for the stranger was in a bad condition. His clothes were torn, he had an unshaven beard, his right arm was covered in blood and what used to be his left arm was now a stump.

“Get away, old man! What do you want from me?” Jansen vociferated as he tried to get rid of the stranger.

“Heed my warning, young one. I know that you have great plans ahead of you while you’re in the forest but beware, many people had entered the damned place but so far, none has ever returned,” the stranger warned him.

Nonsense. As far as I know, the only incident that involved people who went missing only happened yesterday. Now, get lost!” Jansen shouted at the unkempt stranger. After saying that, he got onto the van and slammed the door.

“As far as you know, young one. As far as you know,” the stranger sighed as he watched the van disappear from his sight.

* * *

“Hey, Jansen! What’s with that look? Getting scared of the forest? Worried that your compass-reading skill will fail you?” Jarl asked Jansen who was frowning when he recalled what the stranger had said to him earlier.

“Huh? No. It’s nothing. I was just thinking of something. Nothing serious,” Jansen replied.

“Look, you can tell us what happened. We saw a stranger confront you back at the Chok’lit Shoppe. What did he say to you?” asked Vivienne.

“Hmmm, I hope it’s nothing serious. He told me to cancel the trip to the forest. I wondered what happened in that place. He even branded the forest as a damned place. The stranger back there also stated that many people had entered the place but no one has ever came out of it,” Jansen explained.

“Oh my goodness, is that true? If it is, I think we should reconsider the trip,” Elene exclaimed after listening to Jansen’s words.

“Wait, don’t be crazy. We are already halfway and think about it, look at the state the guy was in. I’ve never seen a man so untidy and disheveled before in my life. You would definitely say that too if you were standing right next to him. His body odour was so bad, you could practically see flies hovering over him,” Jansen continued.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Anyway, why not we play game of poker? It’s getting pretty boring,” Josh suggested. After receiving looks of disagreement, he quickly added, “No, no, no. We’re not gambling. I just want to kill some time.”

“OK, then. Count me in but before we start, where are the cards, you fool?” Jarl lashed out.

“Jarl! If you act like that one more time, I’ll definitely kick you out of the van without any hesitation!” Gwendolyn screamed. With that said, Jarl immediately fell silent and suddenly became so polite that all of his friends could have swore that he would be much more polite than the timid girl who was in their class. After playing their card game, Jansen closed his eyes and nodded off into Dreamland.

* * *

“To enter or not to enter? That is the question,” pondered Jansen as he stood in front of a wooden door of a shabby hut.

“Oh, well. What harm can it do anyway?” he said as he pushed it open and walked into the hut.

Bad mistake.

* * *

RIIINNNG! Students came rushing out of their classes to embrace the beginning of the school holidays. All of the students were having faces filled with glee and bewilderment.

“So, Jansen, what are you planning to do this school holiday?” asked Vivienne who was practically shouting at the top of her lungs to get her question to Jansen through the rowdy crowd in the cafeteria.

“Huh? Oh, it’s you Vivienne. Not much. I’ll most probably be spending my time at home playing computer games and of course,” as he pushed himself through the crowd and wrapped his arms around Vivienne’s waist, “spending it with you.”

“Not here, Jansen, later. Someone might catch you doing this,” she said as she pushed his hands away from her and turned to face him.

“Look, why don’t we meet at Ja Red’s Fat Diner tonight at 7 p.m together with the gang? It’ll be a blast,” Vivienne proposed when she noticed the disappointed look on Jansen’s face the moment she removed herself from his hug.

“Sure. I’ll pick you up at 6,” came the reply before Jansen left her with a look of satisfaction.

* * *

“Mum! I’m home!” yelled the 17-year old boy as he tossed his school bag on the sofa and immediately switched on his computer. With a few clicks, he was already accessing his Facebook account and judging by the look on his face, even a boy with short-sightedness could tell that the broadband connection on that day was slower than a moving sloth.

“Jansen? Is that you? Lunch will be ready in a jiffy!” his mother shouted from the kitchen. Jansen mumbled something under his breath out of annoyance when he failed to access the Internet Service Provider’s or the ISP’s homepage.

“www.uyhaw.com,” he mumbled when he read aloud the web address that was scribbled on a piece of paper which was stuck beside the monitor. Once he was in the site, he immediately scrolled to the part which showed the connection speed on that day and swore aloud when he saw that it was too slow for him to do anything.

“We’ve got to sign up for that Premium Membership some day, mum,” he suggested to his mother when he saw her walk into the dining area with a plate of lasagna.

“Why?” she asked with a surprised look.

“It’s too slow. I depend on it to write essays for the school, you know. How am I going to compose if I don’t have a decent connection?” he complained.

“Stop whining, you ungrateful boy. Think about the children in Africa. You should be happy that you’re able to access the Internet whereas the children there do not even have the privilege to even hold a mouse,” Jansen’s mother scolded him when she heard her son’s complaint.

“Yeah. Guess you’re right,” Jansen said as he took a bite out of his lunch, “This is good, mum. It hits the spot,” he added. When he was done, he smacked his lips and thanked his mother and went on to inform her about the plan he had with Vivienne later that day.

“Mum? Vivienne and I are going to meet the gang at Ja Red’s Fat Diner tonight at 7. Is it OK for me to go?”

“Yeah. It’s fine by me. Provided if her parents know about it and allows her to go with you. I don’t want you two sneaking out of the house doing things that you’re not supposed to,” answered his mother.

“I just received a text message from Vivienne. Her parents had given her the green light. Thanks mum. You’re the best,” he said as he kissed his mother on the cheek and went back to deal with his computer.

* * *

By six in the evening, Jansen was already dressed and grabbed his car keys and drove over to Vivienne’s residence that was 800 metres away from his. She was already ready waiting for him in front of her door and beamed at him when she saw him all dressed up, neat and handsome.

“My, my. Look at you. I’ve never seen you so dolled up before,” Vivienne commented.

“Well, have you heard of the saying ‘clothes maketh a man’? That is why tonight, I’m not a boy but a man,” Jansen replied.

“Haha. Yeah. I guess it’s true. At least now my parents will know that I’m dating a man instead of a 17-year old boy, eh?” she teased him. Right after she said that, Vivienne gave Jansen a peck on the cheek. Jansen was so thrilled that he could not return Vivienne’s last remark.

* * *

When they arrived at the diner, a group of teenagers could be seen hanging around outside the building. After parking his car, Jansen stepped out of it and opened the door for Vivienne. Both of them smiled as they approached their group of friends and recognized them immediately. Azoth, Jarl, Elene, Gwendolyn, and Josh have been friends with Jansen and Vivienne since they were seven years old and they had stuck with each other through thick and thin throughout their childhood. Now, they are still in the same school and even the same class. Azoth noticed the couple which was walking towards them and nudged Jarl.

“Hey, hey, hey. Look who’s there! Hi, Jansen and Vivienne,” Azoth greeted them with a warm smile.

“Hi, Azoth,” both of them replied simultaneously.

“Guess we’re late,” Jansen added.

“No, you’re not. We were just early,” Jarl retorted sarcastically.

“There, there. What’s with the hostility, Jarl? It’s the start of the school holidays,” said Elene, who was trying to calm things down as she glared at Jarl.

“What? I was annoyed. Besides, sarcasm is a part of me. I can’t help it,” answered Jarl with a grin.

“Alright, let’s get down to the bottom of this. Why did you call us here for?” questioned Josh with a puzzled look.

“OK. Look, here’s the plan. We gather at the entrance of the forest reserve that is located in the outskirts of town,” Jansen suggested.

“Wait a minute, genius. That place is ten miles from here. How are we going there?” asked Gwendolyn.

“I’ll ask my dad to lend us the family van. If I get his permission, the trip there shouldn’t be a problem,” Azoth said.

“Brilliant suggestion. Now to decide the rendezvous point instead of meeting up at the entrance. I think we could gather at Pop’s Chok’lit Shoppe at eight in the morning,” Jansen explained.

“It looks like it’s all settled then. We will meet at the shop at eight, OK?” Vivienne confirmed with them.

“Yes. Now, why don’t we get ourselves some dinner?” Jarl proposed.

“Yes, sir!” came the reply in unison.

* * *

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP! The sound of our footsteps could be clearly heard as we were plodding on puddles of water. The man finally stopped walking and turned to face me. For a future jailbird, he was polite enough to introduce himself. His name was Sweet ‘Black’ Jackson. Obviously, he was a street thug and the nickname was given to him by his gang members. He even told me why he had picked me and I was right from the start. Sweet explained that the street I was on belonged to his gang and only black people were allowed on it. He demanded the name of the gang that I belonged to and sadly, he was not too happy with my answer. He did not believe that I was not a gang member and tried to beat the answer out of me. As a boy, my mother taught me not to cry like a baby but this was an exception. Sweet not only used his fists and legs, he wasn’t afraid to use his gun and fired a few shots at my thighs to hear the answer that he wished for. One shot came particularly close and if it did hit home, I would have died. Anyway, Sweet finally gave up and decided to finish me off for good. He took out a spare gun and hurled the weapon at me.

Sweet yelled at me and ordered me to get on my feet. Upon receiving the gun, I regained my strength and jumped up. He threatened me to stay where I was until he came back or he would kill me and go for my family too. Feeling concerned for them, I decided to stay put and tended to my wounds. Minutes later, Sweet came back with another man. As a child, I grew up watching western movies which involved cowboys. Seeing that I was holding a gun, I realized that he wanted to settle our feud with a one-to-one duel. The man that he brought along earlier was appointed to be the referee of the death match. It was a do or die situation. The referee started the count. I was prepared for the duel even though my hand was shaking uncontrollably. I was praying to God in my heart before it started, hoping that somehow or another; I would survive the insane act. The moment the countdown hit three, everything suddenly slowed down.

Everything seemed static and still. The birds that were in the air were flying so slowly that you could even count the feathers on the tip of their tail. Both of us drew our guns at the exact moment. BANG! The sound of gunshots could be heard a few blocks away. Sweet collapsed in front of me. I could not believe my eyes and turned away to celebrate my victory. Bad mistake. BANG! BANG! The referee opened fire at me at point blank range. My surroundings turned silent as if it was muted. It seemed like I was taking an eternal fall. THUD! My lifeless body fell with a thud. It looked like the end for me….

“Cut! That’s a wrap! Good job everyone! Especially you Isaiah! This is going to be the movie of the century!”

Written by

Isaiah Tan 4P (2009)

Have you ever heard of ‘The Secret’? Seen it, or even read about it, perhaps? The Secret is basically, in its bare form, a motivational or inspirational book, and more recently a movie, which tells us to be grateful for what we have and to see the good things that we experience in life. No matter how hard life may seem at times, just as the English saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining.

I’m sure that there are some days where we will simply wake up feeling agitated, irritated, angry, and so on. It is such a common occurrence that there exists the phrase ‘getting up on the wrong side of bed’ to describe this situation. Even though it is so common, I believe that we should do all that we can to leave this state, as being in a bad mood can be detrimental not only to our health but also to our relationships, studies, or activities. Now, our mind is made to work in such a way that once we start thinking and focusing on something bad that had happened to us, we will continue to bring up more and more bad experiences and then we will feel more and more bitter. Simple things like getting scolded by a teacher, being annoyed by siblings, or even getting advised by our parents are the small things that can start the ball rolling that will lead us to imagine bad things that have not even happened to us yet. When we are in this condition, we will see a glass that is half filled as half empty. What I mean is that, we will start thinking negatively.

To get out of such a state, you need to first consciously control your mind to stop thinking about all those bad memories. Although this will be very hard to do, you need to keep focusing on stopping your mind from staying on the track of negativity and going to the track of positive thinking. Once you can stop thinking negatively, and then start thinking of all the good things. You will probably find that the amount of good things that happen to you is scarce but always remember that we need to start from the basics. Try asking yourself; Am I alive? You will soon realize that you are, and that is a good thing already. Next, you can start asking yourself about how you live. Do I have proper clothes to wear? Do I have enough food to eat? Do I have a fatal disease? You will find out that your life isn’t as bad as a lot of peoples’ lives. Then you can start branching out further and asking yourself questions like did I get to go to school? Do I have friends? You can then ask yourself; what do I want out of today? Normally, once you are already on this track of positive thinking, it will become increasingly easier to think of the next good thing that happened to us.

We need to remember all our enjoyable and life-enriching experiences and most importantly we need to be grateful for all the things that happened to us before. Although we must not mope on the bad incidents, we must not forget about them. We need to make the best of these experiences and learn from them. Our lives can be drastically changed just by being grateful for the little things that happen to us, but you need to focus on the good things everyday, not just once in a blue moon. Every morning, try and take five minutes of your time to think of the things that you can be grateful for, and keep thinking about them, focusing on them. Sooner or later, you will be able to see the glass as half full again, and not half empty. You will be able to see life from another aspect and in a much better light.