My A1 SPM 2003 English Essay

If I recall, I believe I wrote something some weeks ago about meeting a teacher from my ex-high school, SMK Chung Hua...
She was an English teacher that had once taught my class.
She had requested me to write the essay that I wrote for my SPM English paper that scored me A1 for my English 1119 / GCE standard score...
I found the request a hard one, but she said that it doesn't have to be exactly the same.. but what I wrote is terribly unalike.
Sigh.. my writing style had evolve a lot over the year and more... though my memory of how the story went is qutie strong.
hehe... that's probably cause of the long long story behind this essay... maybe I'll write about it some day.. just for the sake of memory...

Anyway.. here it goes... my essay... PLEASE leave your comment on it!!
The SPM test paper asked that I end my essay with this sentence, "If I had taken his/her advise, this would not happen." (Or something similar)


___Running, I was panting heavily. Loud footsteps echoed behind me. I turned into an alleyway and hid myself behind a dumpster. The footsteps got closer and closer. I held my breath to remain silent, despite my lungs screaming for air. I listened to the steps tentatively. The footsteps were loud and hard against the cement floor. It lasted for seconds but it felt so much longer for me. My lungs were getting desperate!

___The footsteps began to sound softer and softer as they ran further from here, before finally they disappeared from the distance. I felt relieved, but I was still alert as I took in a long but quiet breath. I remained there for a while longer, making sure that it was safe. Minutes passed and I stepped out from my hiding, within the dumpster’s shadow.

___Suddenly, a loud gunshot greeted my ears, followed by the sound of metal piercing through flesh and blood spattering out. The next thing I knew, my back landed onto the floor as my head shot backwards, my cranium knocking hard against the cement floor. However, that was not the agony I felt as I felt the bleeding wound in my chest.

___“Think you could escape?” a calm male voice spoke out.

___I lifted my head up to see him, a man wearing a neat tuxedo with a black top hat. His black leather shoes sounded as he paced slowly towards where I laid. His face was hidden in darkness, but as he came closer, the nearby lamp on the wall cast a little on his face, revealing the glittering steel mask on his face. He squatted next to me, as I got a better look at him. His mask covered only around his eyes and across the bridge of his nose.

___“Did you really think I’d let you spoil my fun?” he spoke coolly, looking down at me.

___What have I gotten myself into? Memories flashed through my mind as I laid there.

___“You mustn’t let your emotions control you, especially when at work. Or it will lead you to trouble,” the detective told me, his assistant, some time ago.

___I can still remember. Over a month ago, my fiancé, the love of my life, was lost to this masked man and I had vowed to seek revenge. That was when he told me, but I didn’t take his advice and went after this masked man. My search led me into his territory and now, this.

___“This is my game,” the masked man spoke confidently before he held up his revolver. “And I’m in control.”

___His thumb pulled down at the lever as the loud click of the gun echoed in my ears. Slowly, he pointed the gun at my forehead.

___“Your end is here,” he spoke again.

___Why did I not listen to him? I scolded myself! Tears were welling up in my eyes now. The masked man’s finger began to pull the trigger.

___“Game over,” his voice haunted my mind.

___If I had taken his advise, this would not happened.