Write a story ending with my heart bleed and I cried

Living in a serene village near the pristine sea was a real treasure for me as its tranquillity and refreshing
atmosphere with a picturesque sea was a really perfect getaway whenever my head was on the verge
with all of the schools works and pressures. Every day, my best friend, Razman and I would go to the sea
to watch the sun sets as the invigorating coolness of the sea breeze caressed our skins. Ever since we
were in the kindergartens, we had done the same thing. In the eye of the fishermen there, Razman and I
are kindred spirits and our genuine camaraderie could never be separated by hooks or crooks.

One day, I was feeling a little bit under the weather. My head was spinning and my body was
soaking wet with perspirations. So, I decided to take a nap in order to recuperate my illness. Out of the
blue, Razman came visiting me. He asked me to accompany him to the ice creams stall near the beach. I
refused his tempting request almost instantly as my condition was not permissible. But, he kept begging
me and his constant chatter was really irascible that I thought my head was going to explode. I tried to
control my temper but I failed. I shouted at him, Just go there by your own self and stop annoying me!
Razman remained speechless upon hearing my yells.

Sorry, I did not mean to disturb you. I promised that I will not do it again in the future, Razman
said slowly. I felt guilty watching him cycling away from my house with a crestfallen face. Nevertheless,
about one metre from my house Razman turned his dimpled face to look at me and I was at sixes and
sevens when he gave me an unexplainable gaze. He smiled at me and I tried to smile at him back but my
lips did not cooperate well with my mind causing me to stand their poker faced. So, I just retreated into
my bed room and decided to wait until I am hale and hearty enough before I went to meet Razman and
asked for his forgiveness. Quickly, I swallowed down two Paracetamols tablets before going to the bed.
The clock was tinkling 11 a.m. by the time I dosed off into my own imaginary world of dream.

I could see Razman lying unconscious on the white bed. His face was pale and his legs had been
amputated. I tiptoed towards him. Suddenly, when I am near enough he woke up. He grabbed my shirts
collar and shouted in a coarse voice which was very unlikely him You must pay for what had happened to
me! I gaped for air and tried to struggle away from him but for a sick person that had just been out of
comma, Razman was strong enough. I was lack of oxygen. I blinked my eyes rapidly and suddenly I woke
up from the dreadful dream. It was only a dream, I whispered to myself as my heart was racing. My
head was no longer aching and I could feel my bodys temperature had been back to normal. So, I quickly
took a bath and dressed to meet Razman.

By the time I was on my bicycle, I could see people running and shouting. It was like something had
chased them away from the beach. I heard the word Tsunami being pronounced loudly but I could not
make any sense about its meaning. Then, I saw my mother. She was a hawker at a foods stall near the
beach and she was running too. She recognized me at once, Run son! Run to the hill and saved your
life! I stood rooted to the ground as my teachers words about what tsunami is echoed in my mind. I
remembered Razman said he was going to the beach. I tried to search for his figure but he was not
anywhere to be found. At the same time, my brothers were dragging me to the hill.

My whole family was safe during that unexpected tragedy as we managed to climb the hill before
the waves swept us. On the next day, the government had sent the Air Forces helicopter to bring us out
to our momentary shelter. There, I went all nook and cranny to find Razman but my search had come to
no end. Razmans mother was crying days and nights. His 5-year old sister was always asking me to
bring back her Abang Man and tears were strolling down my cheeks upon seeing her as she resembled
much of Razmans features. But, we did not have to wait long as three days after that, Razmans body
returned without its life. My heart bleed and I cried.

Write story ending with: "...That is the reward for my patience and hard work,"

No guts no glory. No pain no gain. Those are my life mottos. I feel that nothing can be achieved by
simply sitting and doing absolutely nothing to make dreams come true. Life can be so hard especially
when you are not born with silver spoon in your mouth. It is also the time when true friends are hard to
come by just because you do not much money to treat them at Kentucky Fried Chicken or Burger King.
That is something that I have experienced ever since my family moves to this metropolitan city and I study
in the new school.

In my new school I study hard to complete with all my fellow classmates who come from all walks of
life but most are from rich background. They have all that I have ever wanted in my life but fail to get.
They can buy branded shoes and clothes, unlike my worn out Bata. They afford the latest hand phones
brands with the latest technology but me? There is nothing I could do to be on par with them. So, I just let
them show off their fancy gadgets without feeling remorse with the fact that I am only an ordinary student
coming from a family clerk. I just feel sad that they act as if I do not have feelings. I do not feel the least
discourage since I know that I can also be like them one day if I work hard enough to score in my SPM
exam.

Day after day, night after night, I do not to do anything else but concentrate on my studies. Spm
examination is just around the corner and I have no other wish apart from wanting to pass Spm with
Flying colours. My parents are my inspirations. They always remind me to work hard and hanged our fate,
make them proud as well as prove to everybody that a son of a plain clerk can also succeed in life and
deserve some respect. At times, I feel so stressed out that I almost give up and cry. Nevertheless,
thinking of my parent's hope and wishes, I would never surrender and that is my final decision. I engage
myself in group discussion, have consultations with my Physics and Chemistry teachers, the two subjects
that I am weak at as well as burn as much midnight oil as possible to attain my ultimate goal-10A+ in the
exam. Sometimes, I feel overworked myself but I know I have to muster every single one of my strength
to pull through this ordeal and pray that it will end soon.

The most awaited moment has arrived. With prayers and good luck wishes from my father and
mother, I step into my examination hall with full awareness that I have to do really well in the exam to
realize all my parent's dreams and mine. The torturous moments last for three weeks and as far as I am
concerned time really flies but I trust myself that I have given my very best for each paper.

March 2013 comes I heard on the television that the SPM result will be out today. With anticipation
and nervousness, I walk to school with my good friend Samah. I cannot imagine getting less than 8A+
because according to my counselor, only getting 8A+ will I be able to secure any scholarship, something
which is very important to me due to my parent's incapability to pay for my tertiary education. The moment
Ms. Asiah, my form teacher hands me the result slip, my heart skips a beat. I am cold from feet to toe
from the suspense. Then the moment arrives! It is the most unforgettable time of my life. I manage to get
10A+ and my prayer has been answered. Thank God for giving me opportunity to succeed and make my
parents proud. That is the reward for my patience and headwork.