A Case of Mistaken Identity

Write about an occasion when a furious argument took place, based on a case of mistaken identity.

Finally, it was the end of my secondary school days. The O-Level examination was over. My friends and I decided to have a party at a chalet in Pasir Ris to celebrate the occasion. The long-awaited evening soon came. My cute, short, strapless pink outfit was perfect for the event. I was really satisfied with it and looked forward to being the talk of the class. “Cute dress!” Cheryl quipped as I entered the chalet. All heads were turned and everyone looked at me in envy. I was enjoying all the attention as I sashayed to the punch bowl at the end. I was really thirsty then and thought that punch never tasted so good before. Then I heard Jeff’s voice. He was calling for me and my heart was fluttering with delight. I knew that this was the chance for me to speak with him. I swiveled around. Something totally unexpected happened. A girl accidentally spilled her drink on my once exquisite dress. It was ruined. I was totally embarrassed and exasperated. Why did it have to happen at that moment? I immediately made a beeline for the lavatory. I definitely should not be seen by Jeff in this state. I was probably quite a sight as I painstakingly tried to wash the sticky residue off and then dry myself using the hair-dryer. By the time I was through, I was in a trifle mess and raging mad. I was going to settle the score with the girl who had put me through so much inconvenience. “Tanya, you are dead!” I said under my breath. I stomped out and headed towards my quarry. I started shouting and scolding her. For a moment, the girl looked astounded. Perhaps it was because I looked as if I had been possessed by a demon. At that point in time, I just wanted to vent my frustration. I was so furious that I ended up shoving her to the floor. Vulgarities spewed out of my mouth like lava out of an erupting volcano. I never imagined that I was capable of all that. All my friends were...