"Faith! Faith! FAITH!!!" Asa shouted.
"YES?! Why did you call me like that? I don't like it and you know that. I'm not dead." I got a bit angry.
"Really? Assuming I didn't shout, would you have answered me?" Asa crossed her hands and gave me a questioning look.
"I don't know. Is it not your boyfriend that gave us an essay topic to write on against next week Monday?" I hissed. I hated essays with passion, especially when it was mine to write.
"Eh?! Wait oh, you have started again. First, he isn't my boyfriend but our English tutor. Second, it's just an assignment. I guess just 2000 words..." Asa was interrupted.
"Exactly my point! I hate writing essays, not to talk of writing 2000 words, TWO THOUSAND! Can you just imagine?" I laid down on the bed and sighed heavily. "The last time I was asked to write an essay was in SS1 which I got 15 out of 30. I wrote with so much enthusiasm and love, just to be busted by that extremely poor grade. Since then, I gave up on essay writing."
"Oh...I see! You wrote that essay to just get a high grade. That is where your mistake lies. Essays are written for self-expression, not just for marks and academic excellence. To be frank, I write because I feel there is a burden I need to lay down; there is a question I need an answer for; there is an emotion I need to clarify; there is a world, though imagined, that I need to travel to. All but by writing them in form of essays. For instance, it is not all the time you agree with me each time we discuss issues but when I write my views down, I feel I've got the world in agreeing with me..." She suddenly stopped and stole a glance at me.
"Why suddenly stopped?" I was already in my dreamland. I felt the fire to write rekindled in me again. That is why she would forever be my best friend.
"I thought I was dreaming too much on a small issue." She blushed and got herself distracted with her unfolded clothes.
"I think I'm the dreamer here." Finally got her to laugh since morning.
"Okay then. I believe you are now ready to write. What is the topic exactly?" She asked while she unplugged her phone and turn on her data connection.
"It is 'Why I Hate Science'." I picked up my rough sheet and pen because I knew that at that point, she would give me some hints on how to write.
"Great! Our favorite subject matter. Let's watch a YouTube video to guide us on the basic and international writing format before we dive into the essay proper, okay?" She had her stationery too.
After two hours, we were done watching and writing. We were so proud of our essays because Asa and I don't fancy Science at all, basically because it was too complex and unpredictable. The following week, the assignments were marked and Asa and I got 77% and 75% respectively. At that point, I had to think of why I didn't get it right since all this while. Maybe it wasn't my goal for getting good grades, as Asa suspected, but definitely what Stephen King had once said:
"The scariest moment is always just before you start. After that, things can only get better."