Of the Silent Heroine
Before we blame everything on Miss Nirmala on the weeping of the students,lets examine the reasons.Today's Monday,and this Monday's a little different from usual.The afternoon PE group decided to shift the usual Tuesday PE to Monday,since we have Economics Remedial in the afternoon we might as well do something while waiting.

Before we even started PE Nisah,Meiling,Samantha,LiuYin and I were sitting at the tables outside LT4 doing our work.We managed to do it for an hour or so,but our concentration time dissipated when we started talking about the meeting on Saturday.Different people had different tales to tell,and i brought up that particular incident when a student cried during the meeting.Initially we thought it must have been the scoldings.After all,you cannot blame us for assuming.That is the natural assumption isnt it.However,the story turned out to be totally different(Though the one concerning the girl from the school team still remains true.I do not apologise for that).It turned out that she is having some problems at home.Shocking,at least to me.Im not sure if it is the sort of problem economically,but i supposed she's not the kind who would experience problems like that.Her mother is ill,and she has to take care of her everyday when she gets home.She has a sister(I think she's four years younger),and apparently she does not care about her family members' welfare.At least not for anybody else.She locks herself in her room and cares not for the house work her mother.Nothing seems to occur to her other than what goes on within the walls of her room.So my friend has to support her family by taking care of her mother,do the house work and basically tire herself out.Doesnt this sound like Rs.Well,Rs' parents were pretty healthy to my knowledge.Her father is/was a cab driver,and not exactly towards the wealthy side.Sister and brother works,but how would that be enough anyway.A younger sister to take care of,she used to work at a restaurant while schooling.School until 5pm,then rush to work in town which lasts until 11pm.Yeah,amazing isnt it.This classmate of mine reminds me of her.Well,they share some striking resemblance.The long hair,the huge watery eyes,the voice and the smell of the cheap shampoo.I never thought in a million years that they might even share characteristical resemblance.Imagine the odds.

Today,when LiuYin told me about this classmate i was both shocked and had a new found respect for this girl.I mean,a J2 girl having the task of homework and house matters upon her back isnt exactly the easiest job in the world.Im sure that was why she cried before Miss Nirmala.I mean,during such meetings with your parents it is hard not to think about your future.With your current life in such a mess it is indeed hard not to cry over it.I mean,how are you supposed to carry yourself and your family through this period of unfortunate events,and ace your school subjects.Even Ethan Hunt would call this Mission:Impossible indeed.I do have to take my hat off for people like that.Carrying this immerse amount of pressure and yet showing no signs of it on her face.Still laughing and still talking as she normally would.I dont meet a lot of people like that in my life.Not a lot anyway.If i were to count the number of heroines in my life,she would be right up there with Rs,my mother and my grandmother(Females,that is.In no order of merits).Nisah was saying how she looked devastated this morning during Economics class.Fine,maybe devastated is not the right word.Nisah,change.But is it just me?Or does she look a lot more tired than usual.No,i didnt start noticing since i heard it.Oh well,maybe its just my eyes.Everybody looks more tired nowadays anyway.

However strong the heroine is,you'd never walk upon burning coal all by yourself.Rs tried,but she fell asleep during lectures.Age and toil carved wrinkles into my mother's face,and the lack of concern for her own body caused my grandmother to be infected by cancer.Yeah,she died.Hopefully somebody would be there when you really need help.We are each others' heros and heroines i guess.You dont go through this ordeal still smiling and still laughing,as if you are telling your friends that you are doing fine.After all,you are not even if you think you are.Though you might not be known at home,but to us you are the silent heroine.To me,at least.And hopefully the people around you can be your heros and heroines too.Thats why PowerRangers never go around alone right.You need five of them to transform into a robot.You can be the main hero,the Red Ranger.But in the end,the Red Ranger is nothing without the rest.There might be a slight mistake here concerning the colors of those ridiculously dressed ranger in tights,but i hope you understood what i said.If you read this at all.Unlikely,that is.You dont know how many hearts were broken for you when we heard about you crying.We were,because you were never as vulnerable as that.Like i said,crying reveals your vulnerability to all aspects of life.You might read this,maybe you wont.Maybe this would change you,maybe you wont.Maybe i know nothing as an outsider.I dont differ myself from Miss Nirmala.After all,i dont know the full story anyway.I dont know anything.Just another classmate of yours giving his little worthless opinion upon some personal matters of yours which i just stuck my nose into.Yeah,this might not mean anything.Just a thought on my part anyway.Most of us only hear about how hard your life is,and how difficult it is to cope with two things at once.We hear it,but we dont feel it.Perhaps you feel it,but you are not in it.You dont know how hard it really is to be in this kind of screwed up situation(I wanted to swear,it sounds more fitting).Because you think nobody would understand,and you dont tell people.Yeah,maybe your closer friends but not the whole thing.Oh well,whatever it is,we are around.I mean,we can help even if you speak it out and we merely listen.Im not making much sense am i?Anyway,your birthday's coming.Have a good one,heroine.:)

And You,
You will be queen.
Though nothing will
Drive them away
We can beat them.
Just for one day,
We can be heroes.
Just for one day,
We can be heroes...

Song of the Moment---Heros by The WallFlowers (How fitting.Haha)