acsi cross-country

On the 4th of August 2006, Friday, at approximately 3.45pm, the race for the Open category of the Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) International Baccalaurette World School Annual Cross-Country Championships commenced.

With a rapid change of pace and switching of fleet feet, Kenneth Khing exploded off the starting line and raced to a great start. Realising that a sustained effort of equal velocity would imbalance and upset the competition, he slowed down to a walk. After many a while, Kevin Ng, huffing and puffing at the sheer pace of Khing, gradually caught up and tried to pull away. At this, Khing cantered into a jog, to keep up with the sprinting Ng.

One kilometer into the race, Khing noticed that his hair was out of place. He jogged over to the pond to have a look at his reflection and unhurriedly sculpted his mane, making sure that every strand of hair was in place. He then proceeded on with the race and caught Ng a good 646.8m within 4 minutes. Bored, Khing proceeded to run circles around the tiring and panting Ng.

"Thud, thud, thud". The sound of shoes pounding upon Mother Earth filled the forest, killing the silence. Then Khing heard another sound. He spun around and began to run backwards. Empty. Ng was the only person in sight, struggling to keep the blistering pace. The sound came again. It sounded like the crunching of bones. From the corner of his eye, Khing spotted the felling of a few thin willow trees. Through the debris, he picked out a monster measuring 7 inches by 6 feet by 6 feet, with 7 inches being the height. It was rummaging through the sparse vegetation, wielding a gleaming parang and hacking away at the greenery for it to pass. It was Victor Tan. On a motorcycle, no less, to match the unequalled speed of Khing. Then Khing was hit by a stark realisation. Ng had bribed Tan to weed out the competition.

Caught by surprise, Tan managed to plant the parang deep into Khing's heavily muscled thighs, but the great centrifugal force conjured up by Khing's fast rotating legs caused the parang to wriggle free and it spun out of control and whistled through the air, towards Tan. It caught Tan between the legs and he began to scream like a girl. Green lipids flowed out from between Tan's legs as he laid on the path, unconsious.

The damage, however, had been done. Khing could not continue the race on his feet. Thus he fell to the ground, and started to roll. But it was not to be. Khing was not accustomed to maneuvering his entire self along the ground. Although he still kept stride with Ng, he eventually fatigued and had to stop. Several long, long moments later, Low Xide and Kenneth Seet caught up. With sheer determination and grit, Khing started to crawl. Shaking off the pain that haunted his legs, he pulled himself forward with his arms, all the while taking up the entire running path with his bulging biceps. Eventually, he ousted Low and Seet to the finish, but it was not enough for gold. Sneakiness had won the day.