Story ONE:
“Go, now”! We darted across the back of the hall, avoiding the commotion elsewhere. It was supposed to be a “bid farewell and cry” night for everybody, but we really didn’t care. With no right uniforms and being stared queerly by the others, the five of us decided to get out of school. It was dark and so we managed to sneak around easily. “It’s locked”! No matter how hard we pulled, the gates’ wouldn’t budge. Being so desperate to run away, we resorted to climbing over the fence. Two got out first. As the rest of us made our way up, someone shouted “Hey what are you doin? I’m going to call the police”! We were in deep shit.
Story TWO:
We weren’t suppose to get out of the hostel after 9 p.m.. But we stayed out just to hang out with our new friends. After sending them back home (ironically it’s we foriengers who don’t know the place doing so), we rushed back quickly. The cold wind made us hold hands and walk together tightly. The gates were not closed and so we thought that luck’s on our side. However, the doors were tightly shut with a weak metal chain. The others knew we’re stuck outside and so came down to “rescue” us. As they were tugging the chains, the teachers came down. Nearly all of us got sent back home to Singapore and we got into a whole lot of trouble…
