Fiction: Group 4
sprayed water all over the heavy sleeper’s face. Bang! The body moved too vigorously and fell off the bed.
“OK, mom, I’ll wake up now.”
Quickly, Krystal cleaned herself up and rushed to school. Sunshine was beaming from the classroom
window, giving the boy next to it a shining halo. The warm colour made a great match to his golden-
bronze skin, and his slightly wet hair added a sense of sexiness to him. This is Henry, the boy who sat next
to Krystal in class, also her best friend. After Krystal sat down, he suddenly came close to her ears and
whispered with his deep voice, Krystal could smell that he had just had a shower after his morning athletic
practice. “Hey, Krystal, do you know that two wells from the Song Dynasty was found in To Kwa Wan
yesterday?” Henry interrupted Krystal’s thoughts, and then saw her eyes went wide open, shining with the
desire to know more.
Noticing that Krystal’s attention had been fully grabbed, Henry started telling her everything he knew,
“The wells may be built between Song and Yuan Dynasty, yet mostly it was built in Song. These wells were
believed to be built by farmers for easier watering of their crops. However, a remarkable point about the
location was that it was located near to the Song Wong Toi, the place where the last Song emperor lost his
life, announcing the end of the Song Dynasty…”
Krystal was enchanted by Henry’s words, when Henry interrupted her imaginations. “Hey, ground control
to Krystal. Hello?” Henry, smiling, tapped on her head gently. Krystal finally pulled herself back to reality
before she got carried away by her thoughts again, “So, do you want to look at the wells with me today, girl
obsessed with the Night Pearl?”
“You’re teasing me again! You’re just as fascinated by the pearl as I am!” Krystal blushed. But she also
quickly accepted Henry’s invitation. Even the simplest tool, like farming utilities and even the bricks for
building houses in Song Dynasty could still steal away all her attention. Song Dynasty always seemed to be
hypnotic to her, she just couldn’t stop herself from being obsessed with knowing more about the period.
After school, Krystal and Henry went to the site together. They went close to the wells but many
barricades were surrounding them, blocking their views and nothing could be seen through the thick
protection walls. A bright orange tent was set right next to the site, and people carrying professional gadgets
were walking in and out of it. “So they must be the archaeologists for this project,” Krystal thought to
herself.
Ch. 3
Suddenly, Krystal noticed that one of them wearing a blue jumpsuit, probably the leading archaeologist
shown by his different suit, holding a pile of white paper and walked out of the tent. His footsteps were
staggering as he was holding so many documents in his hands. A policeman saw them, “Hey! What are the
two of you doing here? Get out!” He was running towards Krystal and Henry. As they tried to run away,
the bumped into the man in the blue jumpsuit and everything he was holding was flying everywhere.
Noticing the chaos over there, Henry and Krystal rushed over to help him. Both of them tried to gather the
scattering paper, and Krystal gave the whole pile she got to Henry before she went to gather the digging
tools. When Henry was holding the paper for the archaeologist, he quickly scanned through the documents,
and saw that all the information was about – the Night Pearl!
“Hey! You guys shouldn’t be here! The historical research we are doing is very important. GET OUT
NOW!” yelled the policeman. Henry ignored the man but continued to read the documents until they were
snatched them away from Henry’s hands by the archaeologist. Krystal quickly picked up the paper and
return it to the archaeologist before she and Henry were escorted away by the policeman.
Disappointedly, Henry walked Krystal home. They didn’t talk because thousands of thoughts were
popping in their heads, and most of them related to the depression caused by not being able to see the wells.
Krystal’s eyes were full of sadness, and tears were starting to form in those beautiful brown eyes. Henry
noticed them and gave her a hug in the street. The two shadows were reflected along the path with the
accompaniment of the beautiful sunset, and Henry suddenly made a decision.
