this is a story about a silly boy who ran away from home.
he stomped out from his house with just his wallet and a handphone.
not knowing where to go, he wandered along the dark streets on his own.
engulfed by loneliness and frustration, he miss called his friends to see if anyone was still awake.
when he was starting to feel despair, thank god a friend replied quick.
they chatted on the phone while the boy walked along the streets.
he poured out his heart to his friend, saying that he has decided not to go home.
he felt the urge to be independant, to not rely on his parents no more.
the friend saw no point in this, as the boy's thinking was clouded by emotions.
and so they talked and talked and talked, about their lives, dreams and frustration.
suddenly, the boy realized that it was wrong to have run away from home.
it was past 2 a.m, and the boy walked quickly with his friend with him on the phone.
the streets were dark and they both sensed the dangers lurking around the corners.
the boy quickened his pace, but suddenly realized he was being trailed.
he cursed as he still had another 100 meter or so to reach safety zone.
he acted fast and sprinted towards his friend's house nearby.
without hesitation he hid his phone behind the fence out of sight but there was not enough time to do the same with his wallet.
it was then, the 2 malay stalkers on bike emerged from the dark.
they demanded that the boy walked over to their side of the street.
the boy knew he was in danger and refused to comply.
1 of the malays came down from the bike, eyeing the boy's pockets with a helmet in hand,
the boy was alert and was in a pose ready to defend himself if he was attacked.
he pointed to his friend's house and claimed that it was his, while calling out to his friend.
the robbers started to back away thinking that he was calling for his family members.
they hopped on the bike and sped down the quiet street, constantly looking back at the boy.
seeing this, the boy grabbed his handphone and started the longest 100m sprint back home.
sweat trickled down his face as he realized that never had he felt such a huge desire to be at home.
at the sight of his house gate, he knew that he has reached his finishing line.
never in his whole life has he felt so relieved to be behind the gates of his house.
they used to be bars locking him into a jail; but now they served as a high wall providing him refuge.
the boy still dreams of being independant, but he'll think twice before he takes any harsh actions.
in case you're wondering, it's a true story.
i'm sharing this story with my friends so that we would be cautious and never try to venture out in the dark alone. warn your loved ones as well.
if the boy wasn't clever and alert enough, he might not have been able to cross the finishing line.
his friend would've been calling the ambulance instead of calling him.
so for now, lesson learnt.
he stomped out from his house with just his wallet and a handphone.
not knowing where to go, he wandered along the dark streets on his own.
engulfed by loneliness and frustration, he miss called his friends to see if anyone was still awake.
when he was starting to feel despair, thank god a friend replied quick.
they chatted on the phone while the boy walked along the streets.
he poured out his heart to his friend, saying that he has decided not to go home.
he felt the urge to be independant, to not rely on his parents no more.
the friend saw no point in this, as the boy's thinking was clouded by emotions.
and so they talked and talked and talked, about their lives, dreams and frustration.
suddenly, the boy realized that it was wrong to have run away from home.
it was past 2 a.m, and the boy walked quickly with his friend with him on the phone.
the streets were dark and they both sensed the dangers lurking around the corners.
the boy quickened his pace, but suddenly realized he was being trailed.
he cursed as he still had another 100 meter or so to reach safety zone.
he acted fast and sprinted towards his friend's house nearby.
without hesitation he hid his phone behind the fence out of sight but there was not enough time to do the same with his wallet.
it was then, the 2 malay stalkers on bike emerged from the dark.
they demanded that the boy walked over to their side of the street.
the boy knew he was in danger and refused to comply.
1 of the malays came down from the bike, eyeing the boy's pockets with a helmet in hand,
the boy was alert and was in a pose ready to defend himself if he was attacked.
he pointed to his friend's house and claimed that it was his, while calling out to his friend.
the robbers started to back away thinking that he was calling for his family members.
they hopped on the bike and sped down the quiet street, constantly looking back at the boy.
seeing this, the boy grabbed his handphone and started the longest 100m sprint back home.
sweat trickled down his face as he realized that never had he felt such a huge desire to be at home.
at the sight of his house gate, he knew that he has reached his finishing line.
never in his whole life has he felt so relieved to be behind the gates of his house.
they used to be bars locking him into a jail; but now they served as a high wall providing him refuge.
the boy still dreams of being independant, but he'll think twice before he takes any harsh actions.
in case you're wondering, it's a true story.
i'm sharing this story with my friends so that we would be cautious and never try to venture out in the dark alone. warn your loved ones as well.
if the boy wasn't clever and alert enough, he might not have been able to cross the finishing line.
his friend would've been calling the ambulance instead of calling him.
so for now, lesson learnt.
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