Any way, Farhanah and Suryana were the first ones to go out as usual. When I went out, I could not see them anywhere, so I waited for them at the old foyer. I waited soooo long! Then I gave up and went home. Then I saw them at the Childcare Centre. I decided not to catch them up, since we will be going separate ways anyway.
I was soo bored at bus that I created a short story:
Used..
I thought they were my friend. Guess I was wrong about that. No true friends will ever do that. I was hurt, and Even Faith, who was the nicest, shocked me. They used me. I was angry enough to kill them. Of all the scumbags. I hate them! I guess I shall never know the meaning of true friendship.
I was the one who brought them together, and look how I was rewarded. They used me as their messenger. Twice in a week I had to help them. I did it because they were my friend. Or so I thought. I knew better now.
It happened 50 years back, but the memory is still freshly etched in my memory, as though it only happened yesterday. I was standing innocently at this deserted pathway, holding a package. I was waiting for someone to collect it.
It was so sudden. Someone attacked me. I struggled, but stop short when I heard the two words: "Stop! Police!"
I froze, my heart feeling cold and heavy with dread. My mind reeled with shock, and I was oblivious to what was happening. I caught one word though, "Cocaine". No words could possibly describe the fear I felt.
It was lesser that 30 grams, and I got 10 years imprisonment.
Right now though, I have more important things to think of.
My freedom.
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