A Fateful Incident by Zi Yang

It was a fateful day that day, I almost got scared to death in an MRT Breakdown. This is what happened.

"Brother, when are we gonna reach our destination?" I asked my brother, feeling very bored in our long, smooth journey. Then, the train was very crowded and stuffy as it was then rush hour.

My brother and I were holding onto a pole and wished some passengers would be willing to give us a seat. As I was bored, I started to jump and run around in the little space I had on MRT train. My brother told me to stop for fear that I might get hurt but I did not listen to him.

When I was running and jumping in the train, I noticed that the moving train started to jolt a little, but I did not care about it as it was normal for land transports to shake a little once in a while. But after awhile, the train started to shake violently. Now, that was not normal. My brother urged me to hold onto the pole tightly. I was not too lucky. I could not get to hold the pole on time.

The train started to shake more violently as if it was raging furiously, trying to get all of us killed. As I could not get to hold onto the pole on time, I fell down with butt landing on the cabin floor with a loud "Thud!". All the passengers in there were shocked.

My brother asked worriedly, "Are you ok?"

I answered, feeling embarrassed for not listening to him, "I'm fine."

Then suddenly, the lights started flickering and then the train screeched to a halt. One by one, the lights then went off. The only source of light left was from the emergency lights which were programmed to switch on automically in an event of a power outage. I immediately stood up and hugged onto the pole like it was my only hope. I was simply too overwhelmed with fear that something bad would happen next.

Seeing my over-reaction, my brother then tried to calm me down by telling me nothing scary was going to happen to us.

Then, an announcement was heard, "All passengers on board the train, please stay calm as we are fixing some technical problems. We are now opening the emergency doors and our staff will lead you to the next station."

After that, the emergency doors cranked open. My brother and I followed other passengers and we walked in the tunnel to Buangkok MRT Station. Luckily, the station was not very far from us. In about five minutes ir so, we reached Buangkok MRT Station. We tapped our cards with our shaky hands to exit the station.

So this is the so-called 'fateful day.' I was glad it was over. It still sent shivers down my spine whenever I thought about it.