Name : Jill
Brief Profile : Member of ICE, an all girls' rollerhockey team.
I can’t believe I am actually awake and sitting here, in this heat, at 10 o’clock in the morning! I am not part of the inline hockey club at NUS, I only play the game with people who are, and here I am, roped in to help out at some dumb inline hockey course, and the people who are really supposed to come aren’t here! Great! How excellent!
And now I am here, all alone and not knowing anyone at all. I am not even sure what I am supposed to do. No one knows me. No one told me to do anything. I wasn’t really acquainted with the sport yet and I am not a helluva skater either –how could I teach anyone anything?! And it’s really too early in the morning to be anywhere except in bed and sleeping. And the heat! Soon, I will melt, and they will see a puddle of liquid that used to be me. My feet would go first—they are directly on the hot concrete ground, then my legs, and my body would follow suit, my hands, my neck, my head, would my hair melt too? Does hair melt? Does flesh melt? In this heat, YES!!!!!!!!But, who’d notice? No one knows me here. I don’t know anyone either. I would look up from the puddle of liquid that I’ve become and see and feel the wheels of their inline skates moving over me. Or maybe I will seep into the cracks in the ground. Or maybe I will evaporate. Like H2O. Solid ice, then liquid water, then gaseous vapour. I can’t tell if I am tired or just plain bored.