Part 3

i don't know how to get to the Cullen's house so i decide to take a taxi. "Uncle, you know how to go to the Cullen's house?" i ask in shaky Chinese, showing him my phone screen (no, i am not showing off my phone. Jasper sms-ed me his address the day before). Uncle nodded and started the cab.

40 minutes of erratic driving, much jerking in my passenger seat and the strong smell of the taxi's leather seats leaves me feeling dangerously queasy. i pay the fare quickly and stumble out of the cab. after a minute i start to feel less sick and can better survey my surroundings.

im surrounded by immaculately kept carpet grass, trees and shrubs. further up a winding path is the Cullens' three-storey bungalow. there are no other houses within one kilometre.(author's note: i know, it doesn't sound like we're in Singapore but lets just pretend okaye? imagination gives you wings!)

i gulp and feel nervous. agreeing to compete in unfamiliar surroundings was not a good idea. before i can turn around to flag the next cab that comes by, Jasper is beside me. "YOU!" i cry out in shock. he sniggers. "have you noticed that every greeting you have directed at me is the same?" he proceeds to imitate my voice. "YOU! can't you say hi like a normal person?" he is laughing now.

still feeling unerved by his sudden appearance, i scowl. "so...where is your track? or were you bluffing...?" i ask, looking around for the track. "why would i bluff? its over behind the house. but why don't you come into the house? prepare yourself for a humiliating defeat." before i can object or retaliate with a sarcastic comeback, he grabs my elbow and leads me towards the house. i don't like being led around like an animal but he is very strong so i admit temporary defeat.

the house has marble floors and simple but classy furniture. its surprisingly cool, a welcome relief after the sweltering heat outside. i sink into a leather couch with a sigh. "wah...shiok man...." i sigh contentedly. Jasper offers me cold water which i accept.

i remember what we're here for. "i want to see the track now. now now now," i demand. he shrugs. and we head toward the teack. its not a fancy track, 400m with 4 lanes (im disappointed. the school track has 8 lanes)(i counted) and high jump mats, the blue kind.

brainwave! i grin maliciously. "change of plans!" i announce with a flourish. "i challenge you to the Ultimate Handstand!" standing beside him i started to quaver in my self-assurance. i suddenly didn't want to race him.

Jasper laughs in an irritating manner. "oh no. we can't call off the race now!" again he grabs me in a vice-like (almost) grip. panic kicks in and i start to struggle. "no! i changed my mind! let go!" he laughs again. "shut up. set up your starting block." i gulp. this is the worst day of my life, i think fervently.

ta daaa. took forever. THE END! FOR NOW.....