The Almost Heart Attack

I don't have any cardiovascular problems, I'm quite healthy.

But I was on the verge of getting a seizure or a stroke yesterday evening.

Might sound impossible to those who were in the same tuition class with me.

Kang was like, "You're working with the 2 child prodigies in class how can you have a hard time?"

No I didn't have a hard time. It was actually kinda blissful working with Philix & ZiKang (very nice of you to not come la Cath).

Thanks to Mr. Sean, who accused our group for giving him eye contact (which didn't happen at all), telling him we wanted to answer essay question 5, which was about inflation.

I thought, I'm gonna rot and die.

Oh, I was gonna die first, then rot.

Grim Reaper's gonna get me.

No I didn't draw that, you know I fail my Visual Arts, right? This cute Grim Reaper is by Feegi from deviantArt.

We got to work.

ZiKang was literally panicking.

I wanted to ask, why are you panicking when I'm still so calm? I mean, I'm the one who should be panicking!

Philix started writing every single word ZiKang said. The latter hissed abruptly and wiped off a word from the transparency.

Was he... sweating?

I'm freezing here.

Then I saw him literally sweating. And hurrying Phil. And chanting, "Write faster, write faster..."

Panic, I told myself, I should be panicking by now.

I felt guilty. I noticed that the whole time during discussion, I was sitting and nodding and staring at my group members blankly. And jotting down vocabularies of course.

But other than that I did nothing to help. I didn't contribute any ideas.

It's amazing how the two of them can generate ideas in light speed in their heads while I'm sitting beside them like a kindergartener drawing kiddy things.

Yea, like Bubbles, without the pig tails and blue irises and I'm not blonde.

Suddenly Mr. Sean broke the silence, "ZiKang's group gave the signal that they want to present first, in 3 minutes time."

No we didn't give any bloody signal.

Then the adrenaline started to course through my veins, acceleration increasing gradually. Seizure... stroke... heart attack.

We squeezed out 3 main points. Literally everyone's panicking already.

We debated about the risk of putting the 4th main point down.

Time was running out.

"Just risk it," Phil said and we left everything to fate.

Before Phi managed to put the full stop, Mr. Sean said, "Ok, change class, we continue next week."

Phew.