Splurt.

Squish.

Squish.

One drip. Two drips. Three...

"OI! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW! DRY YOURSELF BEFORE YOU ENTER!"

"But Mum! I need a towel!"

Storming into the room before re-appearing two seconds later, Mum held a towel in each hand, catapulting both at Don, who grabbed each one swiftly, one at a time. Only a grin was seen on his face. A cheeky one.

"Here's two. Now wipe yourself off before you catch a cold... GOLDEN! GET AWAY FROM BOY!" The scream echoed through the corridors.

Whimper.

Don wiped the beads of rainwater from his specs, his hair flustered from the pelter of rain, uniform soaked from the downpour.

"That was so relaxing, Mum! Come and enjoy leh!"

"Siao."

Squelch, went the bag as it was picked up from the white, dusty concrete and dunked onto solid marble. Rushing off into the bathroom, Don removed his uniform after extracting the content within. The knob nearby looked inviting.

* * * * *

A towel slung around his neck, Don entered the internet for one of the last times that week - He would be too busy the following days. CCA open house was annoying. There were too many things to handle on his own, with Mdm LuQin being sick and the other two teachers, Mdm Neo and Mdm Chan, just looking on.

I just hope that they'll remember what to do on that day, Don thought as he applied the art of procrastination to his worries. He'll just have to worry about this another day.

Like tomorrow.

Time flew fast, with him experiencing hilarious stuff.

"11-4=8, still want go VJC"

"Nattypoosuenxinweiii!!!"

"We'll all turn into piles of dogshite if we don't go to school."

"Malaysians are hopeless in romance. When a guy likes a girl, he gives her phone credit for her phone. What does this suggest? He is willing to spend on the girl? Or is this to ensure that the girl would have no reason not to answer his phonecall? "

Boredom reigned over Don yet again, as he took his leave from his online status.

O2Jam awaits him.