I dexterously buckled up. Clock is ticking. Mr Singh, my boss was a really demanding person and despite the long voyage, he would bicker "Why are you late again, you schmuck?". I am fed up of him, but financial control is ebbing, and the detrimental inflation has made me painstakingly consider my options. Rummaging through the train station, as the Sun decided to shower its scorching rays on my Alabaster skin; the sun-kissed rays darkening my already gloomy body, I had to run fast as if I am a mother seeing her child wading in danger. However, these ephemeral day-dreams can not prepare me for the perpetual objurgation, thrown on me as if I am a dustbin. Despite his face contorted to a grimace, he remained silent; the serene atmosphere of the office was killing me. What is he preparing? Is he going to fire me? My exasperations were relieved by a frayed letter that he handed me, whispering the hell of instructions written for a futile frog. Soon, I went sauntering through the windows, a zoo of specimens; I slithered through the stylish streets ,overlooking the cacophony of murmurs there to deflect me. Ah! my brimming heart and soothed soul as I saw that stubby soldier. A frog. Winking at me as it trooped towards me and transitioning its hue from lurid yellow to green. He was a felon of mutiny; passing his soft voice to conjure me to get him. A glimmering, scintillating and mesmerising view. The frog flailed through the exiguous pond, with its incredible buoyancy. He looked at me and started to jump, ready to escape the vile pond, It was smothered like a poultry farm. Frog was determined to wear the golden crown of freedom. I bought this soldier and he miraculously cured my incurable melancholy. We became a gargantuan force: unstoppable. We both went to Mr Singh, and Mark ebbed away from me. My heart was boiling, an excruciating pain, as he said that he would use Mark for a foreboding antibiotic. His sweet smell was tarnishing. As the forlorn being swallowed the antibiotic, he started to experience a carousel of side-effects. He was unable to see properly. His scarlet eyes suddenly shut, and his heart stopped pounding. After blood of Mark on his hands, he dismissed it as an encounter. I had enough! I resigned, but the pain of Mark still lingers through my blood.