Days passed by and I am always sad joining this skill training. I can't understand why my mom want me to pursue this. In this school I am always suffocated, I want to ditch school by I don't want to hurt her .
Today is the school first actual cooking exam since day one. Our teacher want to cook our favorite dishes in the house .I little bit excited to show my talent to my classmate, I am not bragging but I know how I capable I am in terms of cooking.
Alfred and I are preparing some ingredient in our exam. Alfred is my classmate and also one of my neighbor in the village. We not close but we became friends.
When he prepared the spices, he was very joyous to what he do. I don't know why but I feel that he is also good in cooking. He asked me to prepare the boneless chicken and marinate it. I do it without hesitation. I'd follow him directly without commotion.
And the time is come that we need to start cooking . But before we finished cooking , I see a man with a little bag passing our room. I don't why but I get nervous when I see him.
Finally we almost done cooking and all of us so happy to finish what we do. Bit unfortunately I hear like bomb , bombing our school and I see the fogs in our suffocating our room. And I see myself lying on the ground and I hear my classmate groaning the pain of their body. I am life out of my mind groaning the pain of my legs, I can't move to stand , my eyes was gazing to the fogs and I couldn't bare my eyes to see the ashes and I left my mind without knowing what really happened.