Jun 15, 2007 at 22:24 o\clock

My son, the 'Monica'

by: henry

 Written by my 11-year-old son.

 I was a sexy, slender and shapely teenage girl. My name was Monica Cheng. It was a lovely day. I was on a taxi, going to meet my boyfriend. The taxi driver was driving at a snail’s pace. The Honda behind the taxi horned loudly at us. The Honda suddenly swerved in front of us.  The taxi nearly crashed into the Honda. Suddenly, both cars screeched to a stop. Both drivers stormed out of the cars and began to spit vulgarities. The taxi driver, Ah Gua, spat out offensive words too, though in a sissy tone. Ah Beng, the driver of the Honda, could not control his temper and gave Ah Gua a power kick. Ah Gua slapped Ah Beng slightly with tears in his eyes. Ah Beng was getting angrier and angrier by the moment. Ah Beng threw his hands and legs everywhere, injuring Ah Gua seriously. Seeing this kind of thing happening, I quickly got out of the taxi and asked for help.  The passers-by were unwilling to help. Fortunately a young boy offered to lend me his hand phone. Looking up at him, I realized that it was my boyfriend. I took the phone and dialed 999.   A few minutes later, the siren of the police could be heard. The police came and immediately arrested Ah Beng and sent Ah Gua to the hospital. After a period of time, Ah Gua recuperated. And the day was saved thanks to the sexy Monica Cheng!

Comments for this entry:

  1. Buttercup2 wrote at Jun 15, 2007 at 22:31 o\clock:Glad to see you back here henry :) Aly
  2. nikhilyadav wrote at Feb 7, 2016 at 10:34 o\clock:really nice

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