PLATTIE

This fan-fiction is based on a specific request. Character names are deliberately made familiar, but plot may not follow factual events. Phil had always been among the boys in the back row. Ever since he began his primary school years, he had never had the guts to sit in front of the class. For him, sitting at the back allowed him to see everyone in the class - or so he would say, if someone asked why. Truth be told, he also had a diary he would occasionally write on in class, and back seats spared him from being the boys' laughing stock just because of his 'girly' diary routine. Anyways, his diary entries were weird in one way or another. He would always note down even th e most trivial occurrences of the day: Joe soundlessly ‘ opens a bag of chips ’ as an unaware teacher continues explaining to the class; Jim would surreptitiously ‘ whip out his phone from his pocket ’, his most loyal online cheat sheet. Jim would have the perfect score for the test then, if he h...

It was raining cats and dogs. On the road, I was walking on a drenched pathway, and the slippery concrete made me occasionally lose my grip on the ground. Although I did not fall, other people walking along with me on the road also faced this problem – even several tumbled. I headed to a nearby shelter, and waited for the rain to cease. Pedestrians walking along the pathway instantly rushed to take cover from the rain. Cars on the road accelerated furiously, slicing the rain with zooming velocity.  The raging gale blew down the upright palm trees across the road. Everything was deluged by the heavy precipitation.