When I Was: Year 6 (Crazy Class)

When I was twelve, I attended a primary school and it's named was Sekolah Kebangsaan Rancha-Rancha. This was back in 2011. In the present day, it was known as Sekolah Kebangsaan Kluster Rancha-Rancha.

One day, the sourthern part of the small island was draped with dark clouds. The pupils of 6 Bestari cheered at the change of weather, including myself. I was not sure why we were happy when it's very obvious it's not going to be a light rain. The dark clouds, you see, were the kind where it will bring forth strong winds and frightening thunders. Maybe because it was the perfect weather to snuggle under the comfort of your bed, but as you can see. We were at school. There were no beds.

Then came a shriek from the windows. I still remember our class was very lacking at the creative departments, we had to use the old, unbelievably dusty brown curtains. I was pretty sure the curtains were already there for ages. The windows overlooked what I could call a 'tanjung' and we could see the entirety of Rancha-Rancha. There was a harbour, and there were ships. Dark clouds had gathered above.