This is my ode to a boy named Sheen [to hide his true identity]. When RT used to be relief teaching back at an ex-AMK now Hougang secondary school, she met her fair share of mischievous, downright criminalistic, very very cute and even lovelorn kids.
Everyday, she'd call me after school to tell me about what pranks the blokes pulled on that particular day. Day after day, the conversation leaned on only one particular young boy. A boy filled with such angst, I was all for getting to know him and moulding him into the world's best assassin.
This is an excerpt from one of the fine pieces of work this champion of a boy has handed up to Teacher RT:
Adieu!
Everyday, she'd call me after school to tell me about what pranks the blokes pulled on that particular day. Day after day, the conversation leaned on only one particular young boy. A boy filled with such angst, I was all for getting to know him and moulding him into the world's best assassin.
This is an excerpt from one of the fine pieces of work this champion of a boy has handed up to Teacher RT:
Adieu!
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