13th May 2016. The essay was about woman, murder and ends with “I should have never brought the cat to her”. Made in a marvelous 30 minutes marathon. By Mr Faiz from class 5IQ, edited by Mr Nik M. Hakim from class 5IH.
In London, there was a castle on top of the highest hill called Cadbury Hill. It was a modern castle with classy interiors. There lived a woman, young and beautiful. Her name was Lady Cadbury. I work as her butler in the castle, for me the castle was like a fairy tale. I was the only helper she had and I was treated nicely by her. She was the one preparing me food as I was a very clumsy chef. Every day was like a luncheon for me. Her roasted beef and scrambled eggs was my soft spot for delicacies. It was cloud nine and she was my angel; even thought I was just a butler. Oh, I remembered one day I accidentally broke her family portrait. She forgive me for my clumsiness. She was a caring and forgiving person. I swore to her that I would always guard her and never let anyone lay a finger on her. I gave her my word. I deliberately broke my promise one day as I saw Lady Cadbury lying on in a pool of blood. What had happened?
One day, while I was cleaning the grand hall, I heard a noise from the kitchen. It was a sound of a broken glassware.
“Who did this?” I asked to myself
I searched the kitchen thoroughly and saw a figure lurking under the kitchen counter, along with the broken glass plate I heard earlier. I was relieved that it was not the precious plate of Lady Cadbury. She would kill me or less painful but still hurts, she would throw a tantrum at me if it was her favorite. I searched around the kitchen to catch the bloody culprit, and end with a huge surprise. It turns out that the bloody culprit was a cat. A magnificent cat with a shiny black marvel fur and long fluffy tail.
That night, I took the cat to the master bedroom and showed Lady Cadbury the fluffy feline. She was really excited to see the cat because she thought it was cute. While stroking the cat’s head, Lady Cadbury searched for a perfect name for the cat. After hours and hours of waiting, finally she came up with an idea to call the cat Kitkat. Since that day, she treated Kitkat like it was her Daughter. She would give Kitkat food every day, and I meant expensive luxurious food. She brought Kitkat everywhere, even sneaking the cat into the Animal Haters Club. I could not say further, it was too real to be true.
One faithful night, after inspected every toilet in the castle, which are always aromatic and dust free, I was on my way to go to bed, I heard and eerie sound coming from Lady Cadbury’s room. I dashed to the scene and was surprise to see Lady Cadbury lying motionless in a pool of blood on the floor, with a knife lunged to her abdomen. Blood gushing out of her body like Niagara Falls. My searched for the killer was in vain considering the castle was equipped with the state of the art security system in the world. After I thought of all possible way the murderer could have entered the castle, I saw a red light blinking from Kitkat’s collar. I took a closer look and closed my case. The red light was emitting from a sophisticated gadget wrap around the cat's neck. Someone must have been eyeing for this opportunity and finally got the chance to do it tonight. What I could do now was to regret that I had not noticed the small collar embedded to the cat’s neck. It was too late now and I was caught off-guard. All because of a cat, I aimed my gun towards my skull and said” I should have never brought the cat to her.”
