REUNION 2022

Y9 English Writing Zoe Ng Wei Wen Y9 CRG Title: Bus to Hell I sat on the cold bench at the bus stop as I glanced around my surroundings with trepidation. Mist shrouded the dimly lit streets and street lamps flickered ominously. Nervously, I waited for the bus the debonair man told me about after I got stabbed in my back. My wound was still clearly visible, though it didn’t seem to hurt at all. From the mist came an unusual-looking bus, unlike the normal buses you see on the streets, the vehicle was black with an odd-looking design, adorned with specks of gold and silver here and there. The debonair man I saw a few hours ago stepped out of the bus, a subtle smile across his fine features, gesturing for me to get inside. I hesitated for a bit, but eventually heeded his commands–after all, he was my saviour. I then got onto the bus, the passengers that were already on board did not react to the huge bloodstain on my back, but I suppose that was a good thing. I quickly occupied one of the empty seats and, fatigued, quietly drifted to sleep.. I awoke to the sound of bells jingling. The other passengers got off the bus so I followed suit. Stepping off the bus, my nostrils were instantly overwhelmed by the unpleasant scent of burning sulphur, though my surroundings were completely empty. I wasn't sure what exactly happened, but the next thing I knew huge hands protruded from beneath my feet, dragging me into the ground. I tried desperately to hold on to something, but it was a futile struggle. My body landed on a bed of crimson flowers, with a 'thump'. I tried to make sense of what had happened as I only gazed blankly at the blood-red sky. Soon, the man from earlier came into view. “Welcome to the abode of the dead, or what you humans call ‘Hell’,” he uttered, his voice deep and husky. Unlike before , he now wore a white suit and leather gloves that contrasted with our surroundings. I wasn’t exactly sure of what happened but I soon forgot about everything. Maybe I died, who knows. I was mesmerised by my surroundings. A blood-red sky stretched above us with a full moon and stars that decorated it, several crows flew past me, granite tombstones that had their own unique form. Some stood elegantly above the ground, some had flowers coiled all over them, others looked old and were covered with moss. In the midst of it all, encircled by scarlet plum blossoms that fluttered and were borne by the wind from the branches of various trees stood a gigantic marble statue of an elegant-looking fallen angel. Student Work 212