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 * Group 6: Christopher Tan, Xuan Min, Nicholas**

The topic for your process writing is: **Doing the Right Thing** Type out your process writing below. Have fun!


 * Mr Lim's Comments

Group 6, I think you need to motivate __all__ group members to contribute to the writing. It would not be nice for your parents to be invited to the page and to see that not everyone has contributed to the writing process.

Cheers, Mr Lim **

=__Prologue__=

No one always is perfect and does the right thing, even smart people like Albert Einstein, Christopher Coloumbus and even Abraham Lincoln for everyone makes mistakes That is why we must make the right decision when in danger, when in stress or any other situation. Decisions are not always easy in certain situations, and sometimes we make unexpected decisions. Now we are going to reveal to you a story on doing the right thing and making the right choice......

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The blazing inferno was hanging in the sky and its magnificent light rays shone across my room. I crawled out of my bed and trudged half-asleep to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. "Why did mum have to wake me up so early! It is not as if there is a fire!"I muttered to myself. I got ready for school before taking a five-minute walk there, dragging my feet along the pavement half-asleep, when I gathered at the hall for morning assembly I took out my newest action-packed book and read it. When it was lesson time, time seemed like it was dragged. The teachers' monotonous tone almost caused the students to catch forty winks, I could hardly wait for school to end. How I longed to hear the school's dismissal bell to ring! At last, after what seemed like eternity, school was over and I headed back to my house whistling a merry tune that I created and hopping along the cement-tiled pavement when I saw a man wearing dark sunglasses and a helmet with its hood down walking into a dark alley, he had a suspicious looking sling-bag on his shoulders. Out of curiosity, I followed the man whom my eyes spotted, he seemed like he was grinning away. As I followed stealthily behind, I spotted another man entering the dark alley from the opposite side of the man I was following. When they were face to face I saw one of them taking out a whole packet of some thing that seemed like heroine, which is a type of drug, while the other guy was taking out stacks of money that were tied with rubberbands from his pocket which were nearly enough to last me for almost a year! Holy Mackerel, what the heck! One of the man was in a policeman suit which meant that he was a corrupt policeman which was a illegal drug trafficker who looked like he was bribed by somebody to trade their drugs for money.

Just then, the man who was holding money in his hands turned his head around and scanned the surroundings. Luckily, I hid behind a dustbin not too far from the two "mysterious" people and out of their sight. The guy holding the heroine had questioned the other guy,"Did you tell anyone about this...you better not. If the police find out about this, you'll wish you were never born!" He held out a butcher's knife and held it in front of the other guy's throat. "I...d...id....ddd...nnn...ot.." he stammered in fear. I was scared out of my wits,"They are drug traffickers! But I must not run away now for if they catch me, they'll ...Oh I don't want to think about it."I whispered to myself in a state of panic. My face was drained of blood and fear was written all over my face. "Oh dear, what in the world am I going to do, last year, I met a school bully who was big and burly and whom simply loved to beat me up and take my food and things away and now this, how unlucky can I ever get! I would consider myself very lucky if I leave this place alive." I grumbled in a voice that only I could hear to myself, and I knew that there was no way I could escape from this mess, not to mention reporting this to the police nor become a hero. I could have ran away and escaped but drug trafficking was unforgivable! So now what! I thought of a completely absurd plan that was the stupidest thing you'd ever heard of but trust me, you would also do the same thing if you had the guts. My plan was to charge out of the dark alley but the illegal drug traffickers may run after me and even kill me! I was in a frenzy. In fact, it was a really bad one. "If I leave I'm a coward but who cares..."I thought, trying to decide whether I should run away like a coward, fight for my life or just wait there for almost forever until help comes.

As I hid near the bin, my mind whirred into action, I fished out my phone and dialled 999 and took out my super-hard wooden baseball bat from its case which I brought to school for Physical Education. As I whispered at my softest voice to the police through the phone, I got ready to whack the drug traffickers if they came to wallop me up. Suddenly, a third man came and spotted me, he caught a glimpse of me and cleched his fists. He shouted,"You little nosey creep! I am going to let you see the last thing of your life, us!" I screamed in horror as I was talking to the police. I dropped y cell phone onto the concrete pavement and it shattered into a million pieces. "Mom is so going to kill me," I grumbled to myself with the three burly,sturdy and bully-like men walked towards me cracking their knuckles and said,"If you dare to tell us on, we will beat you to pulp and you will not even be able to even lift your helpless finger. ""For heaven's sake, please get me out of here!" I shouted desperately, but to no avail. There was no escape, I was trapped! I held out my bat and charged like a bull at the matador and banged into the guy holding the stacks of cash. I swung my baseball bat as though I was Achilles in in the battle of Troy. Luckily, I was in the top and the best baseball team, so I was well-trained in swinging baseball bats and the baseball bat I was holding banged into his head and he fell down with a thud. This was something crazy and completely stupid and I should have never ever done. While the drug trafficker that I whacked struggled to get up, the other drug traffickers were stumped by my strength. Amazed by my own strength and courage, I charged at the drug traffickers. I pulled the baseball racket back and swung it near the drug traffickers as if they were the golf ball knocking down one drug dealer and the person who was trying to get up.

The police arrived at the scene and held their pistols. As soon as the drug traffickers got on their feets and ran in all direction and confused the police though they were still outsmarted.The police blocked the alley and they were trapped. But just before the three of them were caught, one of them held me in front of them. He held a knife at my throat." Drop your guns or I will kill this little flaky creep!" The policeman dropped their guns and put their hands in the air for my safety. One of them even wanted to shoot the gun of his hand but was afraid that he would miss and the bullet may kill me. I bit the illegal drug trafficker and he immediately winced in pain and retreated his arm and rolled on the floor like a baby. Just as I was about run away to the police's side, they pushed me down and my head hit they concrete floor......I moaned in pain then everything went black.

When I woke up, I saw a blurry image of a male policeman and as I focused it started to get clearer and clearer. Then, I finally realized that I was lying on a bed in the hospital. I shot out from my bed, asking the policeman," What happened..." The police then told me that one of the drug dealers had escaped and questioned me on what he looked like. The police showed me the pictures of the two traffickers who were caught and brought to Changi Prison. When my mouth was just about to open and blabber about him, the thought of the drug dealer bashing me up came into my mind. I imediately shrieked in terror and hid under the blanket that was on the bed shivering.

The police then decided to let me slowly overcome the fear. After a day at the hospital which smelt of disgusting medicine, I read the morning papers ordered by the hospital and was suprised to see my name on the headlines. I could not believe it! The headlines read: Brave boy brings down two drug traffickers! I also found a picture of me most probably when I was at the scene of the money laundering. I was so suprised that my eyes were opened bigger than ever. Encouraged by the headlines, I decided to tell the police about the guy who had escaped. When the police came in, I told them slowly about the man"He had a scar on his face and a dragon tattoo on his arm. He had dark skin and was most likely a Malay, he limps on his right leg and has a scar on his left cheek." A few days later, I was discharged and I read the newspaper again as it was my good habit and found out that the man was caught at the Tuas Checkpoint in attempt to escape to Malaysia smuggling illegal drugs in a lorry. A week after when I was entering the hall, I heard the load speaker boom" Can the person by the name of Melvin Tay please go to the stage." At that moment, I started panicking. I thought :Did I do anything wrong? Was I late? Did I insult somone obliviously? As I approached the stage, everyone was clapping their hands appluading me. I was bewildered. As I stood on the stage, the principal shook my hand and gave me a medal for doing the right thing by telling the police what happened by the police. The principal was all smiles as he gave it to me. Then, he gave a short speech about my heroic act and asked everyone to follow my excellent, role-model example of doing the right things. In class, I was "Mr Popular" as everyone wanted to be my friend and look at my medal. I thought, What a relieving day.
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